Owning Everything

For your sake I said I will praise the moon
Tell the colour of the river
Find new words for the agony
And ecstasy of gulls

Because you are close
Everything that men make, observe
Or plant is close, is mine:
The gulls slowly writhing, slowly singing
On the spears of wind
The iron gate above the river
The bridge holding between stone fingers
Her cold bright necklace of pearls

The branches of shore trees
Like trembling charts of rivers
Call the moon for an ally
To claim their sharp journeys
Out of the dark sky
But nothing in the sky responds
The branches only give a sound
To miles of wind

With your body and your speaking
You have spoken for everything
Robbed me of my strangerhood, made me one
With the root and gull and stone
And because I sleep so near to you
I cannot embrace
Or have my private love with them
You worry that I will leave you
I will not leave you only strangers travel
Owning everything, i have nowhere to go