Of Being

Of Being

I know this happiness
is provisional:

              the looming presences—
              great suffering, great fear—

              withdraw only
              into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
                            this mystery:


— Denise Levertov