Are you carpeting a rut?

I once commented on Fran's blog FranIAm that I remembered a poem about a "carpeted rut." Ever since then, I've wondered where that poem was, and today I found it. So here it is:

Take the whole kit
with the caboodle
Experience life
don't deplore it
Shake hands with time
don't kill it
Open a lookout
Dance on a brink
Run with your wildfire
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut

~ James Broughton ~

(Little Sermons of the Big Joy (1994) Port Townsend, WA: Syzygy Press)