Age Sixty-nine - Jim Harrison

[Larry Robinson]

Age Sixty-nine

I keep waiting without knowing 
what I'm waiting for. 
I saw the setting moon at dawn 
roll over the mountain 
and perhaps into the dragon's mouth 
until tomorrow evening.

There is this circle I walk 
that I have learned to love. 
I hope one day to be a spiral 
but to the birds I'm a circle.

A thousand Spaniards died looking 
for gold in a swamp when it was 
in the mountains in clear sight beyond.

Here, though, on local earth my heart 
is at rest as a groundling, letting 
my mind take flight as it will, 
no longer waiting for good or bad news.

Often, lately, the night is a cold maw 
and stars the scattered white teeth of the gods, 
which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds, 
clearly divine messengers that I don't understand 
yet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.

	- Jim Harrison
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