It seems
many have come
from miles around
to admire
this very fine
line, which
their efforts built—
between
doing things
for reasons
and for
reasons they won't
admit.
*
After the thought
has been
set loose—
that the truth is
our best
efforts
do not
accumulate—
we suddenly find ourselves
willing
to negotiate.
*
Now, I realize
no single moment
could have ever been
good enough.
Now, I know
no kind
of "now"
has ever had
a beginning.
The apprehension
is a pleasant
dream;
the mind
is a rough
neighborhood.
