the almost things

far mountains meeting

banks of chiseled cloud

both hard and soft and which

is which?

breath of the forest

wakened by light rain

i mean, the thing that it is saying

across its intimate acres

fawn facing around before it runs

her eyes meeting your own eyes

a question that can't wait for answers

how when the city building was torn down

it revealed adjacent walls

untouched for 70 years

i mean, the way in which

these are familiar

in spring the first drive home when

folks are out in yards

and each one pulls on you hard

precisely because

there is no reason

why they should

the pull of a goodbye you aren't able even to say

we will not meet again unless

in the shuffle of almost things

is this wrong

this sort of feeling sometimes coming on

that you could simply weep to be apart

from anything that is not yourself?