The Sight of Others
Poem
I see you a little longer I feel anything is possible
I go somewhere down the way I come to a curious certainty
I classify an unknown I set up a house’s house
I make a foreign bed (it is soft) I write down the names of clothes
I tie a red bracelet I sit in a wicker chair
I call China and hear the language I admire a stranger’s deft gait
I bring apples to wild horses I walk backward, thrilled
I can’t believe what you endured for so long I am happy to do anything for you
