Months after Your Death, Mise en Scène
I went with your brother to a green enclosure.
I went with your brother to a secret by the spring creek.
Green I went, your brother spring, each of us on the verge
Of half-waking glow. You happened there, again, waiting
The whole time whole and young a secret sprung green
Time enclosed us wading, set alight in the secret,
The sleeping part, the noiseless scene that signals a point
Beyond which, that bends, slowly, toward a season.
My ear leaned toward the creek for its glowing.
The silence leaned toward the tree that closed you in,
Till you appeared standing, uncurled again, on the verge
Of a wakeful creek, like a presentiment, all green
Fleeting bright spring I went, surprised and sleeping,
As I thought you had been.
There was no sound.