never unknown


that was all.  no one knew
the details of your demise, even

after my calls to your heart's
dragonflies, stilled in their flight.

thinking of you, of the still lakes
of black, chill water at midnight, of

our midnight swims, i am not surprised,
made tongue-tied or fierce by your death because

we walked along the ledge of death so often,
only by chance did some of us climb like

mountain sheep on that treacherous land and
make the higher ground.