Clear
- Nov 17, 2015
- 1 min read
It is not clear
whether we are rushing toward
or waiting for some bright
beginning, but everything
in us bends to it
with an ache deep as pleasure
but dark.
Whenever I break something
say bread or a bone or the bark
from split fir
I think about this
this day when all
things are made new, rejoined,
re-membered
and the end bends clear around
to the beginning and
everything
is as it is
clear
Mark Buchanan
Nov. 2, 2007