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Toward The Space Age

We must begin to catch hold of everything
Around us, for nobody knows what we
May need. We have to carry along
The air, even; and the weight we once
Thought a burden turns out to form
The pulse of our life and the compass for our brain.
Colors balance our fears, and existence
Begins to clog unless our thoughts
Can occur unwatched and let a fountain of essential silliness
Out through our dreams.

And oh I hope we can still arrange
For the wind to blow, and occasionally
Some kind of shock to occur, like rain,
And stray adventures no one cares about
Harmless love, immoderate guffaws on corners,
Families crawling around the front room growling,
Being bears in the piano cave.

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Poem Toward The Space Age - Mary Oliver