This Freedom

This freedom I never felt I could find
I do not now feel that I can have found
rather that it has somehow found its way
to come to be in me my foundation

situated at depth I cannot plumb,
cannot measure, somewhere abyssal else,
where hope and despair don't separate
and light from dark revels in revealing

I don't know what I mean nor how I mean
only that in song I share bafflement
of my joy that has made surprise of spring
a season beyond all of my reasons

my dunbstruck tongue yet approves its speaking
contemplation of what it cannot say