Beginning Over Again
To Monday
by W.S. Merwin, from Present Company
that you do not remember
the last time
you are always
like that
insisting upon
beginning
upon it all beginning
over again
as though nothing had really happened
as though beginning
went on and on
as though it were everything
until it had begun
you never know who you are
the hands of the clock find you
and keep going
without recognition
though what your light
reveals when it rises
wakes from another time
which you appear to have forgotten
travelling all that way
blank and nowhere
before you came to be
with the demands
that you bring with you
from the beginning
each time it is
as though you were the same
or almost
O unrepeatable one
needing nothing yourself
and not waiting
