(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 foreverâ€”look
How still they are.
Blind hunter crawling
Toward sunrise, then healed.
He opened his eyes to find her waiting
â€”Afraidâ€”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 â€”
The belt, the worn-out sword. I'm not
Except that there is nothing beneath us,
No ground without fear. The body vulnerable
â€” You can look at me â€”
The body still now, never
Changing, rising forever â€” stay â€”
Like something said.