Meditations in an Emergency

Late Fragment

And did you get what

you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself

beloved on the earth.

Knowing I should be held not as meteors are discovered:

long after their time, funneled by obsolescence

but fondled as ribbons in the sky do each other:

stretching a graze to an entanglement, whatever which way the wind blows.