A Poem on Sunday
And I thought over again
My small adventures
As with a shore-wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger.
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My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big
For all the vital things
I had to get and reach.
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And yet, there is only
One great thing.
The only thing:
To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.
Cooper Eskimo
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from Distant Volices; Poetry of the Pre-literate, edited by Denys Thompson
