Of course I had my
Mother, my first other,
My way, my wail,
My ladle. And of course
I saw the lie, the light,
The heaven on the ceiling.
(Feeling, a sun, my heaven.) Anoint
At night I did, and by the way
I saw a shah, a shoe,
A shadow shorten. I didn’t
Want to go to bed. Of course
The way was long, I knew,
And night was what it
Wasn’t. A lamp left on
Could call to me. This would be
My road awhile. And love had
Made me do it.