In a Lonely Place on 11-30-2019

Shall we attempt a line or two? Her eyes are closed in concentration, ready for the message. Do I dare disturb the universe?

Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: ‘That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.’