I could not write so I walked
Through fields of diamonds where
Luminous poppies danced for me
But I did not stop
Only when I reached the woods
Did I hear the rain cast down
Over each leaf, each branch, singing
It is enough to be;
Only then did I look up
And see the stars -
Each one bound to me
By a single, tight thread of light
Each one humming
It is enough to be
Were only the skies to clear,
Were only the clouds to pass.