The room is far too bright for me to see you in
and, also, you are not here.

Has there been circling for thousands of years
or (let them sing) has something stopped.

In a concordance all the words
are all the words, and otherwise I had a feeling—caught there.

Open your arms to leave things out
and if we hear it, reversed.

It was of the fire but not in the fire, the world
becoming-visible, as it was

already here, you and
nothing I can find to say, nothing about

you are going for a walk? or a phone rings
at the water’s edge; it’s broken

out of the law, no going back except eternally
we do go back --- shore? flame? ground? electric

of the air? & coming forth you do appear
to meet me in recurrence, there was breath

to cast upon the waters, there was breath to animate the clay,
much else has not been known or touched or found

I hope you are home when I call