As an older man, Graying, not stooped, I saw the future: Extremities Cold, tongue Sluggish, Foam at the lips. Excessive hope Seemed more Indulgent Than despair. I ran great distances. I stood in sunlight Just to see my shadow, Show it off. For the first time I remember My soul looked back. What other people learn From birth, Betrayal, I learned late. My soul perched On an olive branch Combing itself, Waving its plumes. I said Being mortal, I aspire to Mortal things. I need you, Said my soul, If you’re telling the truth.
Stars rising like something said, something never To be forgotten, shining forever—look How still they are. Blind hunter crawling Toward sunrise, then healed. He opened his eyes to find her waiting —Afraid—and together they traveled Lightly: requiring nothing But a sense that the road beneath them stretched Forever. At the edge He entered the water, swam so far That he became a speck: his body Washed ashore, then raised to where we see it now— The belt, the worn-out sword. I'm not Afraid— Except that there is nothing beneath us, No ground without fear. The body vulnerable —You can look at me— The body still now, never Changing, rising forever—stay— Like something said.