by James Longenbach

by James Longenbach
     Stars rising like something said， something never
     To be forgotten， shining forever look
     How still they are.
     Blind hunter crawling
     Toward sunrise， then healed.
     He opened his eyes to find her waiting
     Afraid and together they traveled
     Lightly： requiring nothing
     But a sense that the road beneath them stretched
     Forever. At the edge
     He entered the water， swam so far
     That he became a speck： his body
     Washed ashore， then raised to where we see it now
     The belt， the worn-out sword. I'm not Afraid
     Except that there is nothing beneath us，
     No ground without fear. The body vulnerable
     You can look at me
     The body still now， never
     Changing， rising forever stay
     Like something said.