THIS SHINING this life so rich with coincidence anticipation falls apart into shards of urges the heart's long trial of saying do! and don't! its bidding and forbidding ends in a scatter of experience unrepeatable accidental this place the hovering clouds sigh over as their shadows plot on the meadows the upper winds' motions this earth to lie on weighted by our experience as by a dew to rise from weightless evaporates this sky heaving with storms or empty and glaring these stars piercing distances amazing in their extremity the prophecies we pattern on their conjunctions if they seem true our desires seem true if they lie our hearts lie if fate had a face it would be modest and regular it would sympathize itself with our world anything could happen next or after next I am as close as your hand when you read this if everything I've told you were piled together it would fit in a hole the size a dog could go in if you look up you see the wind shuffling thunderheads and a body of birds your way over the horizon and at night you can plot a clutch of stars shifting very ancient but still shining