|1. She gave you a list. What were the first three items?||1.Woods to go to, the fish-shaped leaves of lilies,
well water with its arc of rust.
|2. What windows did you cover? What doors were boarded
up against the bitter winter?
|2. There were no windows. Every door hung open.|
|3. Did a phoebe call out fee-bee? Did the mockingbird say
|3. I heard a name but it was not my name.
I heard a name but it was only an echo.
|4. Was it only a flesh wound? Did anyone suffer?||4. Are there other kinds of wounds? I am not tired of happiness.|
|5. What was the song that the heart learned to whistle?
Did the bell have a tongue? What did you know about silence,
before you fell through the clear sky air?
|5. Only the lub-dub of the body’s river, pushing and pulling,
the daily wave of flotsam and jetsam. I knew
a different kind of quiet.
|6. And what was left in the knapsack, in the abandoned
basket at the lakeshore, after Summer burned like a yellow
thread into Autumn?
|6. The ribs of an umbrella that no longer opens.
A gold ring from a woman’s ear.
This book, which I’ll close, when your voice grows faint
and my ear turns toward another story.