I stood in the rain, far from home and wavering
between the profit and the loss.
I could not pick the arrows from my side.

The hours rose up, putting off stars. It was dawn.
Am I drunk or dead? The sun moved in and
I was sitting there and he came by.

The reverential trees breezed softly.
We have not reached conclusion. There never
was a war that was not inward.

It made him see how much of what he saw
he never saw at all. And I,
I like to think I am in everything.

His arm lay lightly around my shoulders.
We wandered down the street and noticed small things,
things overlooked before.

How bright the sun shines now. Last night
was a trial. It was, nevertheless,
absolutely essential to make the effort.