Always to be Named
Always to be named:
the tree, the bird in flight,
the reddish rock where the river
flows, green, and the fish
in white smoke, when darkness
falls over the woods.
Signs, colors, it is
a game, I think
it may not end
well.
And who will teach me
what I forgot: the stones'
sleep, the sleep
of the birds in flight, the trees'
sleep, their speech
moves in the darkness -- ?
Were there a God
and in the flesh,
and could he call me, I would
walk around, I would
wait a little.
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