It is all in the mind, you say, and has
nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold,
the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world.
I wish the bottom of things were not so far away.
You take my arm and say something will happen,
something unusual for which we were always prepared,
like the sun arriving after a day in Asia,
like the moon departing after a night with us.
I love both of these Mark Strand poems. Thanks for posting them. Happy October
Glad you like them. He’s become my poet to go to lately when I’m not back in ancient China.