
Gradually
It is always difficult to draw the first line The intent of
the artist is discerned his hesitation the uncertain end Further
your step becomes lighter as though you tread on pine needles
on the hill
you discern someone limping with a basket full of grapes
the pregnant woman holds in her arms a fat yellow chicken
you may go sidelong toward the sea knowing by now
the smell of salt and of chopped wood knowing still
that the good lion the one having many wounds the one staring
like a mother is tied in the hold of the docked ship