In Want of Crossing
Say the moonlight glints across the moat’s surface
yet never drowns. Say such light is sturdy as a bridge
absolving tomorrow of its sadness. Nights move
through lampless rooms as if unencumbered
by the theater of our human want, though none of us
are in need of rescue. I can cross the water. Let me
find a kinder mud. Within me, there is a kingdom
of absence I’ve again and again tried to overthrow
but the king, despite his facelessness, is steadfast.
There is so much I wish I could have given you
I whisper into my own ear and fail to hear.
With my hands I’ve dug dazzling burial plots
in dirt and relinquished, there, my dull
weapons. So what if this, too, is violence
I cannot recognize. It’s true, I do not know how
to glimpse even the edge of anyone’s mind
without loving every corner. I am not sure
if I can call such surrender love.
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