Even through the days as a believer
doubt would shadow the distant light
over the valley deep in itself
the voices that rang clear of it
never lingered
and long before I left
I had already gone
Each time I turned away
it all stepped into that water
where it would seem to be the same
almost the same
and the heart would sink at the sight of it
without knowing why
the same heart come again
once more expecting nothing
and caught by what was never there
(c)1999 by W.S. Merwin
All Rights Reserved
Featured in: ~The River Sound~
Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.
