Four Loring Baker Poems
THE JOY OF STILLNESS
Perhaps there's nowhere left to go,
Nothing more to plan,
Time to sit on my own front porch
In the afternoon's blond light,
Listen to the garden sing
And taste the joy of stillness
As a soft summer wind
Moves a smile across my face.
LET IT SIT
Someday, perhaps,
A better battery!
Meanwhile, you must
Let it sit,
Plugged in awhile
To keep it lit.
ADJUST YOU MUST
Moment to moment,
The clay still wet,
The sculpture is formed,
Adjust you must
Before the kiln.
THESE OLD CLOTHES
These old clothes
I've worn for so long
Are getting stiff,
Stained and wrinkled,
Please don't think
They make this man,
Let your wisdom undress me
If you can.
Loring's book of poetry:"Invitations to the Good"
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