An incredible number of coincidences fall
from the tree each night and in the morning
wait glowing in the grass for our fingers
this is Easter and Christmas everyday
all around us being awake in a dispassionate
and curious way it's how I got here after all
an event that now runs in my blood
acted out six thousand no seven thousand
miles away from here across two oceans
and one continent ah but the ship's name
was hindsight and my own tongue the rudder
in the salty seas of analogy here now
the pages of light where I point my dark
words twisting the lines around the sun
till penumbra rhymes with rain and every
thing every living thing drinks and drinks
you call my name and my thirst is slaked
and bent like this my roof holds out its
wings spreading the downpour evenly
to the flower beds below the hanging
fuchsia and strawberries the Spanish
moss with its curtain flattering your eyes
as you look out on this scene gardenia
begonia Mexican sage Hawaiian ti
and variegated banana mamake
and ferns all speaking in tongues
while we list the ways we might never
have met let's listen longer you say
okay I'll get the wheel barrow and
meet you in the lower bed the mulch
too with the ten tine fork and old
newspapers old news we will lay
out on the ground ready to return
to the worms before sunset
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