(ya know, at this point of the game, i have stopped believing in coincidence. all i sense are miracles all the time and guess what? it just gets bettah…)
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
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.