HÄTSCHELKIND AM I

 Peace did not come into my life

 My life escaped

 and peace was there.

Often I bump into my life,

 trying to catch its breath,

 pay a bill,

 or tolerate the news,

 tripping as usual

 over the cables

 of someone’s beauty –

 My little life;

 so loyal,

 so devoted to its obscure purposes –

 And, I hasten to report,

 doing fine without me.

AND IT WAS LIKE THIS.  BUT A THOUSAND TIMES LIGHTER.  A THOUSAND TIMES SOFTER.  A THOUSAND TIMES  HOLIER.