It startled me to hear the child say she feels
every feeling when she walks into rooms.
It made me think of a long brown coat I loved to wear:
how I knew every dent in its buttons, how my fingers loved
its capacious pockets.
I have had forebodings too, several times in this life.
Once, a man sat across a blazing bonfire,
combing his long hair with his fingers.
You can imagine something before it comes true.
Once, a man held a child
away from a rushing lorry.
You can close your eyes and still see
the outline of the moon.
All that the will asserts
is the measure of what we can’t know.
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