On a Day, in the World

Brenda Hillman

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 --