<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><h4 style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class=""><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="">Age Sixty-nine</span></h4><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="">I keep waiting without knowing <br class="">what I'm waiting for. <br class="">I saw the setting moon at dawn <br class="">roll over the mountain <br class="">and perhaps into the dragon's mouth <br class="">until tomorrow evening.</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="">There is this circle I walk <br class="">that I have learned to love. <br class="">I hope one day to be a spiral <br class="">but to the birds I'm a circle.</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="">A thousand Spaniards died looking <br class="">for gold in a swamp when it was <br class="">in the mountains in clear sight beyond.</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="">Here, though, on local earth my heart <br class="">is at rest as a groundling, letting <br class="">my mind take flight as it will, <br class="">no longer waiting for good or bad news.</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class="">Often, lately, the night is a cold maw <br class="">and stars the scattered white teeth of the gods, <br class="">which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds, <br class="">clearly divine messengers that I don't understand <br class="">yet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Jim Harrison</p></body></html>