The past to go away, I wanted
To leave it, like another country; I wanted
My life to close, and open
Like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
Where it falls
Down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
To hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
Whoever I was, I was
For a little while.
…mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
For a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
Swim through the fires to stay in