Even if I don’t see it again

nor ever feel it I know it is

And that if once it hailed me

it ever does

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction

not as towards a place but it was a tilting

within myself, as one turns a mirror

to flash the light to where it isn’t

I was blinded like that

and swam in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one

and so specifically myself I thought I’d die

From being loved like that.

- Marie Howe