In the morning as the storm begins
to blow away the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me that
there has been something simpler than I could ever believe simpler than I
could have begun to find words for not patient not even waiting no more
hidden than the air itself that became part of me for a while with every
breath and remained with me unnoticed something that was here unnamed unknown
in the days and the nights not separate from them not separate from them
as they came and were gone it must have been here neither early nor late
then by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks