We wrote it Feelingly in the fallow following water We scratched it quick in quicklime Tumbled words running in the sun only, all out of order, Words of life and rhyme. By the water Lemony and brown and warm and lovely Under the still, tall trees of noon We raced and rambled our hours our days unlonely Straying late and soon. Little, little we knew How silkily stalking our walks our woods was death Sly and lithe in regular sneakers While blind in the minutes of our timeless eyes the path's Pattern paced water that had no equal. We connected all The faraway whites of the uncaught conning stars We drew and called them by name Told ourselves the tumbled stories, the high adventures, Tales of whence they came. By Milky Way's White beard, by the sky's clotted unnavigable river Beneath raven-tressed trees of midnight We followed the constellations' endless chapters forever Companions of their light. Little, little we knew And less in our wold's heavenly wandering cared That Orion drew his sword That death through the pensive leaves yet wandered near And listened to our words. We rowed on Dazzled in the wayward spray of the clapping waters Mute swans upon the surge-- We felt, not knew, the wavery rilling river's cool disorder Where its swelling branches merged. We let The whelming carry us, the whelming water carry us Endlessly onward as verse While tree and bush and burning day went blurring in the rush Of the passing universe. Death swanned Beside, rowing in the rapid waters' surging, hungry And beautiful as tears; The bucking canoe at ease eventually beneath us, steady As the sun's one stare. We penned The happenstance pattern of our pacing days With quicklime wits of reason Lost in the lovely the lemon the brown, the water's lonely mazes While summer fell out of season. Beside the vocal River raving, beside the crimped dusk's cold darkening Beneath lean trees stripped of leaves We heard the softening drip of winter voices harken To frost's disordered breaths. Our days erased With willful ease erased like slipped mistaken words Erased, while sounded the river-water Behind us, and before us on the flood flowed the world With death pattering after.