POEMS

by ROBERTA TEALE SWARTZ
ONLY the mole, with faith intact,
Strains at no future in the ground,
Follows his nose for certainty,
And gains an inch without a sound.
There is no need for any noise,
Show me no sapphire-pointed plan;
Two motions are, whose laws must be
To go ahead but as they can.
Re safely blind to heights unknown:
Know only that the world is wide;
Poetry and love must risk the way,
Keeping the earth against their side.