After This Season

Again I will come and your hands fuller than ever I will make. "Always" will go the always of the past will be over: the always full of broken yellow branches the always full of dried-up streams the always full of bitter fruit empty hands will be over. You will never say "It will always stay this way." "Always" will go beside the mute uproar of this storm there is a bright, unbroken melody it is the sound of my footsteps your voice in me ...