And I'll look at the sky if I can see
and think why didn't I stay longer
why did i stop gazing how could I
not recognize the grain and linking
and the blue nap going to the edge
the long wave of silk that covers me
the faces and animals and all colors
which are the texture and the depth
of that great fabric enfolding treetops
softly not to bruise the apple buds
not to be sullen or pale for long
but to carry my hands to breathe
on my forehead and comfort my temples
and wait for me not even wanting to wait
but dawdling like a child among flowers