It is not clear
whether we are rushing toward
or waiting for some bright
beginning, but everything
in us bends to it
with an ache deep as pleasure
but dark.
Whenever I break something
say bread or a bone or the bark
from split fir
I think about this
this day when all
things are made new, rejoined,
re-membered
and the end bends clear around
to the beginning and
everything
is as it is
clear
Mark Buchanan
Nov. 2, 2007