The Poet: James Broughton, "Having Come This Far"

“I’ve been through what my through was to be,
I did what I could and couldn’t.
I was never sure how I would get there.

I nourished an ardor for thresholds,
for stepping stones and for ladders,
I discovered detour and ditch.

I swam in the high tides of greed,
I built sandcastles to house my dreams.
I survived the sunburns of love.

No longer do I hunt for targets.
I’ve climbed all the summits I need to,
and I’ve eaten my share of lotus.

Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided,
and for every foolhardy choice.

I cherish my wounds and their cures,
and the sweet enervations of bliss.
My book is an open life.

I wave goodbye to the absolutes,
and send my regards to infinity.
I’d rather be blithe than correct.

Until something transcendent turns up,
I splash in my poetry puddle,
and try to keep God amused.”

- James Broughton