To Jill
October 16, 2007
Don’t count this hour misunderstood -
but see what’s common in a finer light,
and when the rain is easing in the street
conjure something cast against the night
that’s unfulfilled but yearns to stand upright,
and when such things, benevolent and strong,
cast their hue on some familiar scene
remember me with some such finer thing.
Remember me when in the rain the trees
hold at the hurting leaves and sprout lightsongs;
Remember me when round the moon the rings
are more fortunate and more easily made
into a finer view of things unseen.
Remember me with some such finer thing.
