"So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate:
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart."
—Louise Glück, October (Averno)
meet-me-in-europe: Puster Valley, Italy
Again, we are standing on the shore of an alpine lake.
There is no wind to disturb the pines, or the mountains
upside down on the surface of the water. We are waiting
for something, but I can’t be sure. From the other side
of the lake, a cardinal flies across the water toward us.
I turn and watch it come to rest among the needles
behind you. I look at you and open my mouth to speak.
Something stops me. You are staring across the water.
The sky is cloudless. It is colder than I remember.
Suddenly I realize why we’ve come here.