ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
SO FAR AS I CAN
the trees at night stretch out
amid voices croakish old
in a dark shared with white eyes overhead
between banks of sunset sunrise
a river of shadow cuts its way
wherever it can press its claims
to be trusted with the gold rise
of the moon and being empty
I am carried away easily
on a bed of reflections
from kitchen lights of houses
backed to the river
so far to go
I share the gold so far as I can
for I have the hands and mind for it
wind is up cooler now
the eyes fly on some are gone
only the easy dark
holds me up
and I could almost say I've arrived