- I’ll keep you in mind
- and read your letter in the place
- where you write you’d like to be with me
- where all that seems to be is so.
- There the river moves between gravel shores
- and stands of trees whose elegance is of color
- draped and drifting never a second the same.
- There I’ll go to think of you
- in the passing of the time between us
- in the passing of the river and the time.
- There the sun sinks to a yellow light
- below the silver overcast
- a light that gives its yellow to the river
- to change and mingle with other lights
- to change and mingle with other lights
- that shimmer on the surface in the breeze
- on silver fishlings that jump in the glimmering
- on two herons perching with the silence all around them
- flying in the air that rests around them
- more than each of us can see.
- And I’ll keep you in mind
- and read your letter in that place
- where we seem to share our breathing
- where we breathe with all that passes
- to be like the river for the herons
- in the passing of the space between us
- where all that seems to be is so.