QUOTE : Memory revises me.<br />Even now a letter<br />comes from a place<br />I don’t know, from someone<br />with my name<br />and postmarked years ago,<br />while I await<br />injunctions from the light<br />or the dark;<br />I wait for shapeliness<br />limned, or dissolution.<br />Is paradise due or narrowly missed<br />until another thousand years?<br />I wait<br />in a blue hour<br />and faraway noise of hammering,<br />and on a page a poem begun, something<br />about to be dispersed,<br />something about to come into being.