Some Days It’s All Fuzzy by Gregory Orr

Some days it’s all fuzzy.
I can’t find the world,
Can’t find the beloved.
Can’t even find the words.

Time to lie back and listen.
Maybe something’s being said,
Something I haven’t heard.

Time to stop talking	
And let the beloved speak.

Time to trust it all;
To stop searching
And let the beloved seek.

~ From Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved 
(Copper Canyon Press, 2005)