On a Piano Bench in Sunlight

                                between the G and the D notes I met you.                                 in that space within the span of a hand,                                 I saw nothing, I heard nothing                                 (though the fading G was a ghost wanting to stay),                                 but in that universe everything came and went,                                 unannounced, unspoken, unidentified,                                 without the distinction that brings decay,                                 the delineation that braces for damage.                                  between the G and the D keys, beads on a Rosary,                                 I sat in the warm sun with a friend whom I had known                                  before the cries resounded in the furrowed field,                                 and I knew what it means, the rich man and the eye of a needle,                                 the world’s gain, the line of silos and the wheat forever uneaten,                                 and I wanted none of it anymore.                                 in that space within the span of a hand,                                 between the chords of distinction.                                 on a piano bench in the sunlight.