I will be gone from this lifealtogether too soon
and altogether too long
shall I be gone.
How many lives
of the spider is the sparrow's
and how many lives of the sparrow
is a man's,
or of a man is the evening star
and evenstar to the grace
of this morning's first light?
And you would yet
leave this crossroad
even in mid-conversation?
What appointed council
calls you
even as the morning dew
quietly collects on the ripening mango?
Would you not stay
to taste the sweetness
that is sure to come?
