I have known only my own shallows—
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.
But for the abyss
I wanted a plank beneath
And horizons…
I was afraid of the silence
And the slipping toe-hold…
Oh, could I now dive
Into the unexplored deeps of me—
Delve and bring up and give
All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
That is yet the best.
Submerged, Lola Ridge
my quest, to know myself.
To chart and compass this unfathomed sea,
Myself must plumb the boundless universe.
Quest, Carrie Williams Clifford
Eden in Post
