It Gets in Your Bones

​It gets in your bones, it seems
So high-falutin’ but it gets
In your bones; it gets in your
Walk, it sets aside regrets;

It gets in your thoughts, in
The rooms and the roads, in
The crampons and belaying ropes;
In going to get aspirin;

In seeing the ground of being
The history of volcanoes in a slab
Of stone; in these all, the light
That soaks through the drab.

Otherwise, you are seized up,
The sidewalk is angled, the air
Is damp, the sky lowers,
Everything is shoddy, a porch chair,

A glass ornament, an overweight
Cat, just a street, a fence,
Orange flowers, cars sliding,
A brooding of inconsequence,

You cannot, inside yourself,
Soar, you cannot, inside
Yourself, live, you yearn
For the crash and sliding of the tide.