Somewhere between Greenfield and Holyoke
snow became rain
and a child passed through me
as a person moved through mist
as the moon moves through
a dense cloud at night
as though I were cloud or mist
a child passed through me
On the highway that lies
across miles of stubble
and tobacco barns our bus speeding
speeding disordered the slanty rain
and a girl with no name naked
wearing the last nakedness of
childhood breathed in me
once no
two breaths
a sigh she whispered Hey you
begin again
Again?
again again you’ll see
it’s easy begin again long ago