May with its light behaving
Stirs vessel, eye & limb,
And reminds me of Amanda.
Yesterday I thought: “There is no system.
I was miserable this morning,
My mood an obnoxious thunder,
Unusually crapulent, even for me–
I hated everyone & everything.
But I sit here in English Bay, stunned
By an almost embarrassing beauty;
If Amanda was here, I would be perfect.
Anywhere she is is Eden.
She is a dance of cherry blossoms, rain washed,
Playing in ecstatic blue splendor.”