Thank you my life long afternoonlate in this spring that has no agemy window above the riverfor the woman you led me towhen it was time at last the wordscoming to me out of mid-airthat carried me through the clear dayand come even now to find mefor old friends and echoes of themthose mistakes only I could makehomesickness that guides the ploversfrom somewhere they had loved beforethey knew they loved it to somewherethey had loved before they saw itthank you good body hand and eyeand the places and moments knownonly to me revisitingonce more complete just as they areand the morning stars I have seenand the dogs who are guiding me — "Variation on a Theme" by W. S. Merwin May 29, 2013