Am I Sat

Am I sat
Or am I hardly standing
At a crossroads in my life
My attention taken
Then struck down
By some unforsaken all demanding

In the quiet
Or in the muted calamity
The roads lead off
Round misty bends
Each one requiring
A leap of sanity

A threshold new
Again mine for taking
Each stone trod under
Each clod unearthed
A universe born
Into my sweet making