WE ARE A NATURAL WONDER
Suppose I never make it to San Francisco
or stop trying to describe the light in Paris
in those brief violet hours between three and five
when we are permitted happiness.
Suppose that’s not true at all.
How there may be nothing to say about light
or the way emotion seizes the body
We are the animals who can’t leave things at wonder.
We want wonderful, we would kill for it.
Somewhere in New York I take the moon into my mouth,
under my tongue, over the black earth.
I’m looking for one secret about people
no matter the season or city or how dark their eyes are.
Arrivals, departures, few words, less wonder.
If it’s rain we are least like, let us be rain.
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