Reasons to Resist / Robert Kelly

First a flame emerging
from the tip of a raindrop
 
then a swirling congeries of flames
in the shape of a woman
dancing through air, gone,
 
dark again
as it ever was.
We live here now
adored by circumstance
 
gulls like old white men
toddle along the lawn
dawn.
 
Because sound does show the way
or a way
                        or just away,
lusting all the livelong day
for other places,
                                                Go
where the sea goes,
always come back.
 
100 pg.