EARLY ONE MORNING

Here is memory walking in the dark

there are no pictures of her as she is

the coming day has never been seen before

the stars have gone into another life

the dreams have left with no sound of farewell

insects wake flying up with their feet wet

trying to take the night along with them

memory alone is awake with me

knowing that this may be the only time

from Garden Time

W.S. Merwin

A new today: from the mountain