in the house of remembrance

It comes, with quiet feet, when least expected
     here it is, then gone
only then do we remember
     that it was with us.

 

When here, it is pressed down full
     no space between it and us
     no time to step back and look
when gone, we remember
     that it was with us.

 

One room in the house of remembrance:
     temple-brothel.

 

All this takes place in the everyday
     in cities, market places, valleys and woodlands
not only on mountain tops or desert wastes.

 

Trouble with mountain top and desert waste
     is in the eye of him who looks
who looks for what finds him
     but is not found by him
     or if found, only found in part.