Being the title to a 1974 poem by William Hawkins, contained in an advance copy of The Collected Poems of William Hawkins (edited by Cameron Anstee), Chaudière Books, 2015 (formal publication date May 15):
I ran like water, as river might run,
like, like baby to mother–
Jacob’s ladder slowly rung by rung
I ran over desert, got granular in space
or, or trapped in an hourglass–
I am not fallen! I jumped from grace.
Mood that advances on its own…