A poem for some perspective as we move into summer.
From The Paris Review in 1963, "The Mountains in the Desert" by Robert Creeley.
The mountains blue now
at the back of my head,
such geography of self and soul
brought to such limit of sight,I cannot relieve it
nor leave it, my mind locked
in seeing it
as the light fades.Tonight let me go
at last out of whatever
mind I thought to have,
and all the habits of it.