the lyricism in life

(This post I found in draft mode, almost a year it seems to have languished there. I read it, seemed to concur... still!  And so I post.)

Poetics

I look for the way
things will turn
out spiraling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in

so that the birch tree white
touched black at branches
will stand out
wind-glittering
totally its apparent self:

I look for the forms
things want to come as

from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:

not the shape on paper -- though
that, too -- but the
uninterfering means on paper:

not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours.

AR Ammons

not so much looking for the shape as being available to any shape that may be... To apply this to life then, is a dear dear ambition. ( I am conscious of the irony of that! :) ) But how much courage it will take! To hold still when things unfold, not cringe or gloat or sigh with relief, but watch watch watch... because in the absolutely unprejudiced watching lies the drama's true enjoyment.