Standing Deer
As the house of a person
in age sometimes grows cluttered
with what is too loved or too heavy
to part with,
the heart may grow will be emptied,
and still the heart.
As the thoughts of a person in age
sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into
a room the soul may grow sparer,
like a great cleanness one sparrow
song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart.
Empty and filled, like the curling
half-light of morning,
in which everything is still possible
and so why not.
Filled and empty, like the curling
half-light of evening,
in which everything now is finished
and why not.
Beloved, what's can be, what was,
will be taken from us.
I have disappointed.
Am sorry. I knew no better.
A root seeks water.
Tenderness only breaks open
the earth.
This morning, out the window,
the deer stood like a blessing,
then vanished
