Tonight the sky is singing in a low voice and
I am in steady collusion with memory
lying, still, in my truth
in diminished view, spinning to note
on waking lost impressions
What is there to see, outlines
that quiver against the backs of my eyes,
blurry playactors –
These are necessary bargains:
I will hold onto the contour of you,
Listen for your voice in the whistle and the rain,
Trade sleep for dream
I will do my best to harmonize
caroline ridgway 