by James Longenbach

    Stars rising like something said， something never

    To be forgotten， shining forever look

    How still they are.

    Blind hunter crawling

    Toward sunrise， then healed.

    He opened his eyes to find her waiting

    Afraid and together they traveled

    Lightly： requiring nothing

    But a sense that the road beneath them stretched

    Forever. At the edge

    He entered the water， swam so far

    That he became a speck： his body

    Washed ashore， then raised to where we see it now

    The belt， the worn-out sword. I'm not Afraid

    Except that there is nothing beneath us，

    No ground without fear. The body vulnerable

    You can look at me

    The body still now， never

    Changing， rising forever stay

    Like something said