8.30.2013

right

the place where we are right           
--yehuda amichai

from the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
 
the place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
 
but doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.

and a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.