Quiet Epiphanies

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Measure

I cannot
move backward
or forward.
I am caught

in the time
as measure.
What we think
of we think of—

of no other reason
we think than
just to think—
each for himself.


Robert Creeley
Posted by Stacie Slotnick at 9:29 PM
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