Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.  I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

-          Rumi

 

out beyond the reef

beyond the horizon, beyond

the breakers

there is a space

that will break

that will break, that will

unmake you

 

out beyond the breakers

beyond borders, tankers, Customs

freighters

out beyond eyes

beyond sight and the light

of conscience

 

hear the timbre of strain

sing a low, sad song

this vessel was never meant

to contain such weight

 

out in the middle of

we will decide who comes

and in the thick of the circumstances

every fear of each imagined ending

will engulf you

for we are a land that will not

(a line that will not)

give

 

out where mothers

are grasping for children’s limbs

we are losing patience with pity, turn away

we will not witness, it will not stick

for we did not see

heard no screams

let me wash my hands

I know nothing

of the will of water

 

out beyond the ocean

and all its undoing

you had a dream.  I will meet you there

for when each life is at last allowed its living

the world will be too full

to write about.

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