There’s no answer to winter
watching the sun set over water
it falls so quickly
you have not been lost
branches, oligarchs of the sky
everybody listening for silence
where and where did you go
twelve-stringed music, rejoin me
in the sun-year I swelled long shadows
in the moon-year the valley folded itself up
you are the beloved I would not love
at the fountain witless and still
a stream pours over rocks making music
could the water rush over me
the sun drops so quickly into its banishment
could I please forget to breathe and drown
will the ocean rejoin me
you have not been lost
can I be reborn as a guitar
will you be reborn as music and hum inside me
one day you stopped looking at me
and I knew
the last note is lingering in the box
of my body
you did not vanish in the marketplace
I still imagine you in me as my breath
broken in thirds
corded to sound
I took your name when the sun came up
sun of winter, sun windless and wistful
come down across the water
undone sun give me the drunk go-ahead
last time I searched for you
this time I become wooden and resonant
prepare yourself in pure sound
last time I raved without senses
oh pluck me my angel my paper-maker
I want to feel you hum inside me
pluck me pluck me
and hum