I know you minimally only,
The way a head knows hair: an invisible halo,–
The way a sleepwalker knows life: fully lonely
As a blind hand walking across a mirror.
I know you only as a keel knows water:
I divide and unite your surfaces endlessly and seamlessly,
Never knowing the wet of your green interiors.
But I know you will know me completely.
You will know me without any deceit,
For deceit’s too weak to withstand your winds–
The hurricanes that live in your laughter
Announcing: “It is she!” And I’ll stand
Open to you totally, a book without a binding,
And our eyes will share tears simple as water.