Classic Poem

I track upstream the spirit's call.
Far, far I go, past all the seasoned ways,
Challenging the cautious calendars and towns.
I track upstream the spirit's call:
Where it will take me I do not know,
But my soul sees that all is all right and that we are not being deluded,
And my feet follow my soul, often tardily, but the soul keeps on.
I linger with a last apology, I play with toys,
I make light of what is off there for what I can here put into my palm,
I delay all farewells until the farewell of departure,
And finally when leaving shed tears of genuine regret.
I track upstream the spirit's call,
Not daring now to disobey my dream.
I am swept with the living current on and on:
Into whatever storm I contentedly go, into whatever peace.