Parading

Just enough light to make out

crest and crest, wave and cloud, the thunder blast and burst of swells

All of us smell of heat all the time.

Saw you walking barefoot

I made the wall of shadow draw back,

Before us, our first task is to astonish,

rilke asks

Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections

your holding onto me

This is my job, to study the universe