The Broken Sandal by Denise Levertov

1.
Arrived at the here and now, again.

2.
The new year breeds a new batch of questions. All longing to be answered, though not all meant to have one that will be easy to accept nor understand. Yet they are there, nevertheless, waiting to be asked.

3.
Beginning, again.

The Broken Sandal
Denise Levertov

Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.
Nothing to hold it to my foot.
How shall I walk?
                Barefoot?
The sharp stones, the dirt. I would
hobble.
And–
Where was I going?
Where was I going I can’t
go to now, unless hurting?
Where am I standing, if I’m
to stand still now?

This is from Poems 1968-1972 by Denise Levertov, published by New Directions, 1987.

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