Wednesday, February 23
CHANCE DARKENED ME Chance darkened me as a morning darkens, preparing to rain. It goes against its arc, betrays its clock-hands. The day was a dark-eyed giraffe, its unfathomable legs kept walking. A person is not a day, not rain, no gentle eater of high leaves. I did not keep walking. The day inside me, legs and lungs, kept walking. (Jane Hirshfield)