“Yes–the springtimes needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it.

A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past,

or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing.

All this was mission. But could you accomplish it?

Weren’t you always distracted by expectation, as if every event announced a beloved?

(Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you

going and coming and often staying all night.)”



Comments are closed.