Monday, March 11, 2019
ONLY THESE
Only these
few things
the heart holds
make a world:
the old pine
which keeps its
place; the red-
tail hawk at
home wherever
it is; the sand-
hill cranes gone
grey now, late
in the season;
the stone and
dirt of earth;
the grasses.
Why only
these? Why not
also ask
the poet
who knows love
and loss and
everything
between darkness
and trembling.
