I feel a dark undercurrent
of worlds scarcely intuited,
where a moment ago
night met all who were nearest me
and brought their breath
to the coastlands of the day
in waving grass, in shaking branches,
anchored me to their last smile and look,
married me to their silence.
I think I must be part of
spun in grief and fever by the night,
interpreted at the loneliest hour
by the sigh of breaking day.