IN THE MORNING OF MARCH

Beyond a time, my infinite instant
he moved with the transhumans,
looking for tenderness and wolf dens.
(For sudden losses)
The instant was recruited
from a destiny by gold diggers.
Crossed indifferent frontiers,
under the dark clouds and sparrow-hawks.
(For almost convinced prayers)
I dreamed of an abandoned dream
and dispersed in the March mornings.