Aaron Lee (b. 1972)
Notes from a Diary
The day writes itself on paper
as the hours unravel into the distance.
How do I explain to you
where I am going?
Straight unknowable road,
the randomness of the occasional tree,
the clear, cryptic air and horizon—
these will teach you again what is freedom.
And always the crossroads: beginnings
or endings, you could never tell,
these signposts unlearning
what you always thought they knew.
I have no diary. All that needs to be said
disappears like ink, as simply
as the sun will set today.
This is the loss I live for.
by Aaron Lee
from Five Right Angles (2007)