Sunday, July 5, 2015

from CALLS

then something happened
and beauty lasted longer than itself
and gave us to think.

There are not many roads to silence
and music is the sweetest of them
though the longest

with pretty girls and boys along the way,
fangless wolves and paper forests
a pirate ship in every bathtub

and no more war.
I touched my hand
I wondered who it was.

We don’t have to know all the names
but they all are blessing us at once —
what else is a name for?