The One Thing
There must have been some other me, who
lived some other time, who realised he
knew the one thing that would save me.
And he must have found a little window,
opened it — and shouted through it —
that saving sound that saved me.
And he must have felt a failure, I am sure,
that other me, because he failed, he did, he didn’t
save me from the other things that beat me.
And he must have sat, like some sad god,
from sadder scriptures, and wept at all
he failed to do, he had so little time. And
all my life, I have been climbing up to little
windows — opening them — and saying
the one thing I can say: thank you
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026