To be the spirit inside the body. To pull against
and be with desire. To listen to the heart and listen
to the voice. How they repeat, helpless
to stop injury. To know deceit when you see it.
To wait for each return. To be the body that contains
the spirit. That which holds the reins.
To know that light is cast down as surely as rain.
To not look up with expectation. That fire too is transition.
To touch everything twice. Once to know and once
to remember. To wait by the sea for no reason.
From Marin Poetry Center Anthology 2009