I think I'll read one more.
And it seems like when you're very far in distance
from people, you're sometimes very near and spirit to them.
And I found myself while I was in Ireland writing
a poem to someone in New York state.
In my caravan, I didn't have lights or electricity.
So I had a candle.
So the title of the poem is called
words written near a candle.
If I could begin anything, I'd say
stop asking forgiveness, especially theirs, which
was always the fault mentioned in your condition.
Nettles could be feathers.
The moment they brush your ankle.
At the same time, floods, earthquakes,
the various slavery's punch back near the fence
to catch your glance.
What is it to say that among the hired boats
we carried our bodies well?
Crack, jokes, left the gaps in our lives and not the page.
This far to learn, the boat does not touch the water.
And if this is goodbye, it is a light nowhere near believing.
And I am happy.
And it is all right to make a distance of a nearness
to say, boat, I have left you behind.
Boat, I am with you.