When the string section comes in I want to write it
a few pentameter lines that perfectly capture
the hollow I've felt as long as I can remember
the longing for what's missing or what could've been
and the vague sense I knew it once not so long ago
as if it were just out of reach over the next hill
waiting for me again if only i had the right words
if only I could slip a little sideways and find it
there moving beside me all the while like the moon
when I walk the fields at night knowing how the land
falls away in the dark as if the valley had no bottom
and the spirit world existed
and you were real
and losses were cellos.
