On a Day, In the World
We had a grief
we didn't understand while
standing at the edge of
some low scrub hills as if
humans were extra
or already gone;—
what had been in us before?
a life that asks for mostly
wanting freedom to get things done
in order to feel less
helpless about the end
of things alone—;
when i think of time on earth,
i feel the angle of gray minutes
entering the medium days
yet not "built-up":: our
work together: groups, the willing
burden of an old belief,
& beyond them love, as of
a great life going like fast
creatures peeling back marked
seeds, gold-brown integuments
the color time
will be when we are gone—
Copyright Credit: "On a Day, In the World" from Extra Hidden Life, among the Days © 2018 by Brenda Hillman. Published by Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission.