Drinking the
Not Quite Stillness

By Michelle Mairesse

I drink a cup of not quite stillness

In the waking, willing morning,

Making anew the unfulfilled promise,

Investing myself with pattern and compass

For swerving at crossroads,

For testing of waters,

For tacking in tempests,

For soaring on currents

So that I can enter at last

That other dimension

Of not quite stillness

In the waking, willing morning.