An evening #poem

“Note

Remember how the naked soul

comes to language and at once knows

loss and distance and believing

then for a time it will not run

with its old freedom

like a light innocent of measure

but will hearken to how

one story becomes another

and will try to tell where they have emerged from and where

they are heading

as though they were its own legend running before the words and beyond them naked and never looking back

through the noise of questions”

~W.S. Merwin *The Shadow of Sirius*