if you have the time or inclination, respond to this post with a poem that means a lot to you right now.

here's the verse from the galway kinnell poem that i was looking for yesterday, from the road between here and there:

"Here I sat on a boulder by the 
winter-streaming river and put my 
head in my hands and considered 
time - which is next to nothing, 
merely what vanishes, and yet can 
make one's elbows nearly pierce 
one's thighs."

i don't have it in front of me so line breaks might be off, but still it's beautiful, i think.