From Time to Time

It is the moment just before that we

live over and over in its only time

and then recount to those who were not there

the beginning still echoes in laughter

but resounds unrecognized every time

and never comes back to begin again

there are no words for calling after it

and when it went it left no memory

but the sound of the running sheep calling

to the evening from the darkening hill

what they are calling as they run is Wait

what each one of them is calling is Wait

--M. S. Merwin