Give me your secret.
I can keep it.
I’ll become it.


The way ski racers
Lining up
Become the race:


Look what was put
Into the pot
And what came out!


The way each choice
That made itself
Make us unmade us;


Hid us, betrayed us.
O my compass
Your wilderness


Awaits reply:
Say you and I
Will find our way


Like see and saw,
Or sea and sky.