Monday, March 26

thought of night

Just think of it, and you
surround it with

its opposite. That's thought's
domain. Take here

and now, for instance.
Do we see a line where there

is none? We draw
up sides, forgetting how in cells

division made things whole. To me
I'm complete, but I'm partial to you.


So as we fall
into the night (which isn't,

after all is said and done,
the opposite of day) I cannot see

our differences. Love mends
the broken language. We are each

the first of persons (though I know
I mustn't speak for two). I only mean

I feel myself again,
and it's you

-- Heather McHugh