A Month Of Happiness

A blind horse stands among cherry trees.

And bones shine from cool earth.

The heart leaps

Almost up to the sky! But laments

And filaments pull us back into the dark.

Night takes us. But

A paw

Comes out of the dark

To light the road. I’ll be all right.

I follow my own fiery traces through the night.

From: Eating The Honey of Words. New and Selected Poems by Robert Bly

Republished with permission of the author.