Desire marks each of us so differently
no matter how long, how fiercely we love.
Between being and becoming, we fail
so often and in such ordinary ways.
so often and in such ordinary ways.
See how the sliding days silt in,
taking our other hundred lives with the water -
becoming finned and whole, swimming off.
Silence completes us, simple as those few notes
that answer the dark on a summer night and fall still.
Source text for Cento: selected last lines from Jane Hirshfield's Of Gravity & Angels
