Today I Have No Wisdom

but that of sand heaving from some dream

Photo: © David Whyte

TODAY I HAVE NO WISDOM

I have walked blessed and bareheaded
on the seashore
with as little wisdom as the opened clam
its dead mouth streaming with sand
or the birds half sunk
in shallow halls of wood-trunk and tide pool.

I have listened with the small acuity of
crabshell on rock
of water falling through sand
of the tide coming home…