I Inquired of the Evening
I inquired of the evening and the trees,
and all things are in readiness for you.
Preparations have been made
by the gentle powers of nature
to receive you into your place
among all angels and songs:
sweet restfulness and every
new discovery.
What you are reaches far beyond
the little I can say or even imagine.
What you are moves through regions
even you have never dreamed of.
What you are, sweet Susan,
gives the angels happy moments
of wondering conversation.
So introduce yourself now
to the flowers and the rain
as if they didn't already see you
and recognize the memory of
your unforgettable smile.
Christopher M. Swan, "Song of Susan," 2008
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