Now light. Intimacy’s light. 
Light’s metamorphosis, a God afloat 

in azure air. No good in the terror,
no good in evil, now quantum leaps 

in the annals of atrocities, howling 
crescendos, every repetition 

an insistence, the wars going on
inside our cells, smoke spiraling 

over the harbor into the sun. True, 
I’m blue, blue as the moon’s blue 

penumbra, blue as the snow
in the streets. Never were the leaves 

so yellow, a violet sky in our eyes 
as we walk beside the river, the Great 

Wheel’s turning, cherry trees in bloom. 
Let it be, if it be ours. Love I compose.