“These aren't still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in spite of myself I were always descending a hill, rounding a corner, stepping into the street with a companion who urges me on, while I look back over my shoulder at the sight which recedes, vanishes. The present of my consciousness is itself a mystery which is also always just rounding a bend like a floating branch borne by a flood. Where am I? But I'm not. "I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it: and it shall be no more. . . .” GodPoetryReligionFearNatureWonderPoemBibleAweGood NewsOld TestamentFear Of GodWistfulnessPg 95Ezekial 21 27 Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK