Tuesday Poem

The Lark. The Thrush. The Starling.
—……Poems From Issa

In the next life,
a thousand years from now,

we’ll sit like this
under the tree

in the dust,
hearing it, this
great thing.


I sit in my room.

Outside, haze.

The whole world
is haze

and I can’t figure out
one room.

by C.K. Williams
from Selected Poems
Harper Collins, 1994