'A Goodly, Gainful Thing' Poem by james watkin
'A Goodly, Gainful Thing'
'A goodly, gainful thing'
Caribou told me
To leave, once in a while
Home's high-ground safeness.
Search out, for what as sun-grassed
Lies in wait sweetly
Fills which need, Surprise's.
Feeds on vast Newness.
'And the most jubilant! '
Dragonfly added.
To up and go, but now
Out which comfort zone
With that relief's burst, once deemed
Unthinkable sped!
Isle-eying; isle-engaged.
Floaty; no more lone!
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