Poets

Field studies II The seaward approach calm and without engines across green lakes with mountains that/ descend into the water and Jalapeño birds in flight over them - how can I explain this:

Perhaps we have slept our way through life drifted like a sleepwalker from one love to the next mumbled ourselves into the sovereign power of language dreamt ourselves to the rim of realities

In writing I must have reversed the numbers and automatically and with a firm hand I have written 3002 instead of 2003. I simply take this as a sign that it will become true that we will be there together, on a April day a thousand years in the future.