At first you will be guilty of mistakes,
long drives to Afton or Redbud,
fits of house-cleaning, the use of second person.
You may walk across the room and feel responsible
for the weather, fire, the contempt your friends hold you in.
There is no end to this essay against ruin.
You will try to realize how to live
when you can only live a few years.
Try to tell a few secrets:
Here is your life and here is a beehive.
Here is the river, here is an engine.
You on the jetty, you on the way home.
Something to hold, something to lose.
Form is emptiness, emptiness form.
Now. Write what you know.