The Clear Skies
The clouds that touch us out of clear skies
they are eyes that we lost
long ago on the mountain
and lose
every day on the dark mountain
under clear skies
and because we lose them we say they are old
because they are blind we say
that they cannot find us
that their cloudy gaze
cannot touch us
on our mountain
because we have lost whoever
they are calling
we say that they are not calling
us
— W.S. Merwin, from Writings to an Unfinished Accompaniment (1973)
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