That impotent chorus!
On a hike I learned
The wisdom of looking back:
Dry boulders, water-worn pebbles.
Hard footing
Sun, sweat, thirst
“Look back,
“It’s a different landscape
“from below.”
Yes, that’s where I made a wrong turn
Didn’t see there were two paths.
Anyway, they all meet at the Dead Sea
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The Bed I Share
I’ve dreamt a lot in it
Embraced a woman
Whose bed it equally is
But when I lie
Sleepless and dreamless
Long before dawn
And listen to her deep breathing
She is as much a stranger
With her imponderable life
As that young man
Reading a book
At the table over there in the corner
Nothing has to be mine
Just as I needn’t have been at all
