I didn't see it for days, or even months.
I lost track after a while how long it was.
Then one night, there it was, reclining
on the mountains as if they were a couch.
_I missed you_, I said, but it didn't hear
or it pretended not to, I don't know which.
I thought it was looking right at me, but
it could've been staring over my shoulder
at something glinting.  I guess I have to try
harder, try something different.  I'm going
to sing to it, bring it flowers every night,
something white to brighten up my hands.

Years later, when I've won it back, when
it shows itself to me without asking, I'll