ok, os i liked this poem, especially the last few lines....by the way, my mother was a broughton.....maybe we are distantly related.... Poem: "Having Come This Far," by James Broughton, from Packing up for Paradise. Black Sparrow Press. Reprinted with (w/0) permission. 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 plash in my poetry puddle and try to keep God amused
