Also I Wanted To Be

I Read The Way A Person Might Swim, To Save His Or Her Life. I Wrote That Way Too.

Be Good-natured And Untidy In Your Exuberance.

One Day You Finally Knew What You Had To Do, And Began.

On The Beach, At Dawn: Four Small Stones Clearly Hugging Each Other. How Many Kinds Of Love Might There Be In The World, And How Many Formations Might They Make And Who Am I Ever To Imagine I Could Know Such A Marvelous Business? When The Sun Broke It Poured Willingly Its Light Over The Stones That Did Not Move, Not At All, Just As, To Its Always Generous Term, It Shed Its Light On Me, My Own Body That Loves, Equally, To Hug Another Body.

What Can We Do About God, Who Makes And Then Breaks Every God-forsaken, Beautiful Day?