Simple

They call me simple now Because I have less And want less And talk less After the sting When my cheeks and mind had cooled I hoped so I have been washed up on the sides of shallow streams And whipped around on white water rivers And up to my shoulders in alligator swamps To my knees in heavy mud I have been enraptured with the false promise of the bay And thinking that I had reached the end of hope I have laid my limbs down around the buoys And bobbed my time away If there is an ocean after all And if I am nearly there Well good All my broken canoes And the shoes I left buried in quicksand Will meet me here Where the rain comes back to the sea And ten thousand currents coalesce To be simple