Men and women only have meaning as man and woman
The moon is itself and it is lost amongst the stars
The days are individual and in the passage
The nights are each sleep but the dreams vary
A repeated action is upon its own feet
We who have spoken there speak here
The word turns and walks away
The timing of independent objects
To live and move and admit their space
And entity and various attitudes of life
All things are cool and in themselves complete.
I had not heard of Joan Murray until reading about her in the New Yorker recently. In our house there was a bit of a buzz, in that Farnoosh Fathi, who we know from her time at Tassajara, is quoted in the article, but the writer fails to mention that she edited the new collection that occasioned the piece (at least in the print edition that we had; I noticed that this was changed for the online version).