though my new job may change things somewhat, one generally doesn't
spend much time in a bar discussing poetry...lucky me, though, i got
into a conversation with a good friend and was able to say 'robert
creeley' and see her face light up. he's just plain incredible, and
has been stuck in my head for years now.

i'm going to try to find the poem itself, but in the meantime, i think
i have it more or less memorized. he has really strange line breaks,
and so those will definitely be off, but the gist of it is here, i
think.

it's short. it's simple. it's perfect.

back and forth
across time
lots of things one needs
one's hand held for
keep walking
this is life.