“ I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day. ”
In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:“Live in the layers,not on the litter.”Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written.I am not done with my changes.
~ Stanley Kunitz
Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
End with an image and don't explain.
Toward dawn we shared with youyour hour of desolation,the huge lingering passionof your unearthly out cry,as you swung your blind headtowards us and laboriously openeda bloodshot, glistening eye,in which we swam with terror and recognition.
