“A Necessary Autumn Inside Each”
You and I have spoken all these words, but as for the way
we have to go, words are no preparation.
There is no getting ready, other than grace.
My faults have stayed hidden. One might call that a preparation!
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
There are so many threats to it. Inside each of us, there’s continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what’s gone.
Then your generosity returns: spring, moisture, intelligence,
the scent of hyacinth and rose and cypress.
Weep and then smile. Don’t pretend to know something you haven’t experienced.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground.
Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
You’ve been stony for too many years.
Try something different.