GOOD LORD THE LIGHT
Good morning misery,
goodbye belief,
good Lord the light
cutting across the lake
so long gone
to ice—There is an under, always,
through which things still move, breathe,
and have their being,
quick coals and crimsons
no one need see
to see.Good night knowledge,
goodbye beyond,
good God the winter
one must wander
one’s own soul
to be.