I don't know when it began --
I have traded childhood exuberance --
On Falling (Blue Spruce) --
Having woken many days --
Of course there were days --
Have you been there all along --
When I step out of the action --
There is no masterwork --
Cancer (Prayer For My Father) --
What have you, in such indignation, become --
The birds have disappeared into trees --
Desert heat rippling the dusk --
Against the white walls --
If you have grieved you have loved --
Power lines shine from the rain --
Who are we, on the ground --
Centuries, signal flares --
Underground fountains and grottos --
Ankerite glints in the ground --
In the ease of winds and sun --
Black sky soaked with ghost-violet --
Time of wind, time of dust, time of sky.
