W. S. Merwin’s The Shadow of Sirius was sitting on the passenger seat along with several other books I felt compelled to carry with me on my Saturday errands – I couldn’t decide what to read next, hence all my choices traveled with me for potential ‘sneak read’ moments. Reading in the grocery parking lot, I came to these three lines from the poem “Note,” that are gorgeous and filled with possibility of one’s own. I must share: 

Remember how the naked soul
comes to language and at once knows
loss and distance and believing