then
something happened

and
beauty lasted longer than itself

and
gave us to think.

There
are not many roads to silence

and
music is the sweetest of them

though
the longest

with
pretty girls and boys along the way,

fangless
wolves and paper forests

a
pirate ship in every bathtub

and
no more war.

I
touched my hand

I
wondered who it was.

We
don’t have to know all the names

but
they all are blessing us at once —
what
else is a name for?