On Coming into Possession of a Diary
a metastasizing sonnet
The giant cast no shadow as he walked.
Which made the things and people that he loved
love him back,
knowing that he could hurt them and would not.
No dubious darkness such as trailed their lives,
cross-hatching each bright gesture with its own
trailed his. What he did, he did entire:
Dug wild leeks and coaxed from stone a garden,
drank beer from a sweating glass in sunset-
built a trim shed, fought enemies, kept friends.
Solid in life and solider in death,
he feared no discovery and so he was
sealed in secrecy even from himself.
But where will revelation make a home
when orphans charged with its keeping have learned
to live outdoors?
The one sewn into his long shucked shadow.
The other tending his elected sun....