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.
From Fleet River by James Longenbach. Copyright © 2003 by James Longenbach. Reprinted by the University of Chicago Press . All rights reserved.