Occasions

On any given occasion there are Enough words for the mending, Tearing apart or summing up Of things. Metaphors hint at Wellsprings of floundering Thought that dry up, then flood Again as easily as seasons come Or go, as convulsively as any Season in the midst of change.

Sketching love leaving – You and I Would do better to pack our Verbal furniture in attics, Cellars and back closets. Just wander off silently.

There is no map Of where we have been.