Expectation.

Yes–the springtimes needed

you. Often a star was waiting

for you to notice it.

A wave rolled toward you out

of the distant past,

or as you walked under an

open window, a violin yielded

itself to your hearing.

All this was mission. But could

you accomplish it?

Weren’t you always distracted

by expectation, as if every

event announced a beloved?

(Where can you find a place to

keep her, with all the huge

strange thoughts inside you

going and coming and often

staying all night.)“

Rainer Maria Rilke