You!

 

            I suppose you wished her heart to spill

            Rather than beat

            And for its drenching pool

            To drown the riddled future

            In one endless moment of your choice

            If you could only choose 

 

            I understand, my poor dear stubborn friend

            How –

 

            When the last strand of the final thread of 

            Whatever you two were weaving

            With glance, touch or thrill

            To bridge the gulf of breath

            Snapped

            And the dangling wisps fluttered irrevocably apart –

 

            How only the mountain silences of precipice and cleft, 

            Of unseen trails and heedless creature ways

            And slanting trees

            Could persuade you to a humbler pace

            You are moving now, I see, more nimbly,

            Ridge to ridge, amid the unmourned monuments,

            Forgiving and alert