The sound of women hidden
among the lemon trees. A sweetness
that can live with the mind, a familiarity
that does not wear away. He will let
twenty lives pass and choose the twenty
first. He longs to live married to
slowness. He lives now with the lambs
the minute they are being born,
lives with their perfection as they
blunder around right away in pure innocence.         
He watches them go up the mountain