The Clear Days......Wendell Berry

The Clear Days (Wendell Berry)

The dogs of indecision

Cross and cross the field of vision.

A cloud, a buzzing fly

Distract the lover's eye.

Until the heart has found

Its native piece of ground

The day withholds its light,

The eye must stray unlit.

The ground's the body's bride,

Who will not be denied.

Not until all is given

Comes the thought of heaven.

When the mind's an empty room

The clear days come.