cyclad punk

I have had to learn the simplest things
last. Which made for difficulties.
Even at sea I was slow, to get the hand out, or to cross
a wet deck.

The sea was not, finally, my trade.

But even my trade, at it, I stood estranged
from that which was most familiar. Was delayed,
and not content with the man’s argument
that such postponement
is now the nature of
obedience,

that we are all late
in a slow time,
that we grow up many
And the single
is not easily
known

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It is undone business
I speak of, this morning,
with the sea
stretching out
from my feet

Charles Olson