Not better not
worse not less—

left out, misunderstood,

you are to
forget what earlier life

has held:

The flesh, the soul, the sun—
whose position holds
briefly, and then, unremarked,

does not—loses

whatever angle
—that angle—
it held that, moments

before, the currents

the tidings

the waves,

respectively,
moved to, was,

on purpose,

held by, and held still—

The sun keeps shining.

It is here, on the beach,
on that street that now seems,
now is, by light—sun’s—

a-shimmer—

Why don’t you
see it?

The sun as a passage, or an opening—

Do you dismiss it? turn away? go, even,
to whatever dark there
is?—dark, darkening, more dark—
Deliberately, on
purpose (come, it is open, the passage—step through)?

The sun, waiting; as a passage, serving still.

Why don’t you
see it?

It is in you, in no
usual or apparent way
open for whomever person appears,

at the moment,

in need—it is serving. Don’t
let it go,

unnoticed,

past. If ever, do not
let it wither when you have,
on your own,

the option; let it live,
then through it go— go.

I cannot—your
voice.

Therefore, the reply, Then I have
lost you / we have lost each other.

The sun, as noticed, no longer open—its passage, dappled, is closed.