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)


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