Across a space peopled with stars I am
laughing while my sides ache for existence
it turns out is profound though the profound
because of time it turns out is an illusion
and all of this is infinitely improbable
given the space, for which I gratefully lie
in three feet of snow making a shallow grave
I would have called an angel otherwise and
think of my own rapturous escape from
living only as dust and dirt, little sister.
“Sylvia,” from Everything is Burning by Gerald Stern. Copyright © 2005 by Gerald Stern. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.