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