On My Computer Desktop Which Is A Photo Of MacNeice


each way he
is tilting his photographic
eyes under
light and his hair; and
oceans born of
plain separation

I have come to know that only
By Being
Can everything else
As well

Came with an accent and
At night as the walls
Let in all the prerequisite
Darkness; as
The dog pads to sleep…

He stares out
Of years in attained
Silverbeauty. Words
Are not
What is
Left. He imprints,
Unsmiling, because some
Mysteries have
To be