I Wish I Could Find An Event

The Fields Stretch Out In Long Unbroken Rows. We Walk Aware Of What Is Far And Close. Here Distance Is Familiar As A Friend. The Feud We Kept With Space Comes To An End.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.