the big question before I left the house was do I pick the garlic now or next week.
in the end I ran out of time.
For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do
and what I could imagine
going back to and finding it
as I had found it the first time
but by this time I do not know
what I thought when
I thought back then
there is not time yet it grows less
there is the sound of rain at night
arriving unknown in the leaves
once without before or after
then I hear the thrush waking
at daybreak singing the new song
W.S. Merwin, "The New Song" from The Moon Before Morning (Copper Canyon Press, 2014)
in the end I ran out of time.
For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do
and what I could imagine
going back to and finding it
as I had found it the first time
but by this time I do not know
what I thought when
I thought back then
there is not time yet it grows less
there is the sound of rain at night
arriving unknown in the leaves
once without before or after
then I hear the thrush waking
at daybreak singing the new song
W.S. Merwin, "The New Song" from The Moon Before Morning (Copper Canyon Press, 2014)
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