i write these words for you, yet
i ask myself
do i write these words for you alone
i raise an image; a thin, merino wool cardigan
with its sleeve rolled back
to show off your suntanned arm
if i give these words and this image to you
should i ask myself
do i give these gifts for you alone
i recover a memory, from many thousands
yet i ask myself
will i always be able to recover memories for you alone
i project a vision, during meditation
your face, in bright moonlight and clouds
symbolic of the love i am being asked to give out
if i offer these memories and visions to you
should i ask myself
are these recoveries and projections for you alone
