ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
THE HILL WAS BRIGHT GREEN
the crow was darker
because the clear light was pale
that first breath we took
with us uphill
was our question closing around
and us going through it
the crow's air filled our lungs
the youth of the pasture underfoot
with its age as a wood at the top
I was the one with a question
when will we get beyond it
when we get beyond it
we will have the relief of an animal
breathing its innocence greenly
closing in on our rest we go
forward as if it were final
there are many who go back too
nothing we take seriously because
for us it is forward all the time