Night of Oedipus
We live in a moment
and all the crimes of our lives
are as blades on the ocean floor.
We breathe and live, breathing our crimes,
but there is no crime in our eyes.
Out from the changing dark
we came and spoke our lines
and went down to the shore.
No crime is ours but is the fountain’s,
the mountain’s, the sun’s, the sail’s.
High above water the lily grows
and does not care what it finds;
no fear of dying, no fear of being still.
Look! The curtain rises,
the same actor moves across the floor
calling on heaven to blind his eyes!