There is a country to cross you willfind in the corner of your eye, inthe quick slip of your foot—air fardown, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passingvoice that finds its way by beingafraid.
That country is there, for us,carried as it is crossed.
What you fearwill not go away: it will take you intoyourself and bless you and keep you.
That's the world, and we all live there.
