The quiet morning has a few cloud friends
that are gone when I look for them again
in this one summer to which I have come
after everything that I remember
what can I call it before it has gone
it does not hear me and does not know me
it passes without seeing I am here
it is only me going my own way
there is no one else who can forget it
Merwin is another poet whose work I heard often at Zen Center, and I always enjoyed hearing it. In his obituary, I read that he studied with Robert Aitken in Hawaii, which makes sense.


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