Adjustment
Adjustment If I don’t tell you everything, if I don’t speak… All morning I wander streets and paths, duck under bridges, watch for signs. All afternoon I page through the old books, read and listen. Never was Always was Move Hold still Being Nothingness Love is the fulcrum. I don’t lust for result. Just sift, shift, weigh. No other words. You’ll know it when you feel it. I will say that. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 