Out of a life it is done
and without ever knowing
how things will turn out
or what a life is for that matter
any life at all
the leaf in the sunlight the voice in the day
the author in the words
and the invisible
words themselves
in whose lives we appear
and learn to speak
until what is said seems
to be almost everything
that can be known
one way with the words is to tell
the lives of others
using the distance as a lens
and another way
is when there is no distance
so that water
is looking at water
as when on a winter morning
as early as you can remember
while the plains were whitening
in the light before dawn
you saw your uncle--was it
your uncle?--reach
from the shadow and wash his face
to us it is clear
that if a single moment could be seen
complete it would disclose the whole
there is still that light in the water
before sunrise
the untold day
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