12/29/10


From a Great Height

In her eyes

I am the wise,

the one who knows

who put the moon inside the sky,

but does not tell. She thinks I keep

a secret when I say I do not know.

Some things I know. I have been told

one does not brace for sudden falls.

When her day comes to take

this throne from under me, I wish,

upon a little star

that it might be

a gentle sort of fall,

and that she'll recognize me there

without the crown at all.



(2001)
first appeared in The Lyric