that thousands of fish have never been named, that compasses point north,
that pi just goes on and on and on and on and on.
And itistrue that somewhere a man is buying flowers, and a girl rides the subway, chewing a thumbnail over a book, sparrows breed to make more sparrows, and that cries give way to sleep.
Itisall -- sea in its vastness time in its fastness heart in its fullness -- true.
And itistrue that when you stand against my kitchen wall, eyes fixed on a speck or some refracted light, that you can see a shimmering blueprint of another room, another house, with clean windows a storm cellar,
and a red door, that you will leave unlocked.
And the sun is a star, our closest star, that will not burn out in our lifetimes.