I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words.
I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.
~ Czeslaw Milosz
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.