Words

say everything,

I

love you

again,

then what

is emptiness

for. To

fill, fill.

— Robert Creeley

"All I ask," my mother said, "no matter the years

and the life we have, is that when you leave

you turn and wave." That was long ago.

I like to remember - I turn, I wave.

- William Stafford

"I am kneeling before the white wall

I write my name

upon the water. I see the hours

passing like clouds. There is no

bottom. Neither abyss.

At my feet shadow draws back.

Who am I? Do you not know me?"

— Ernesto Mejía Sánchez, from "Vigils," trans. William Carlos Williams