No Worry
By Cole Swensen
No, worry about nothing
but the chiseling
of hills into distance
in the slight haze
and sleep lost over color
no two ever the same
the wringing hands
float ashore amazed.
Worry about beauty.
It can sell you anything.
Lakes collect in the
chambers of the heart
where the sailboats are made
of flying fish about
the size of match heads.
Sleep can be lost as
easily as a house key,
the shock can consume
at any moment
if the hills are not rising
weather is wearing them down
and you are driving
north in the late afternoon
or holding your eyes
in your hands like addresses.
Copyright Credit: Cole Swensen, "No Worry" from New Math. Copyright © 1988 by Cole Swensen. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc.
Source: New Math (William Morrow and Company, Inc., 1988)