I love them because I am good at them.
I thought of no rooms. In every stage of building, as I laid down lines of glue, as
I clamped the light, as I poured gray pebbles, I saw life for them like detectives
unburdened from the duties of going from room to room.
To be good at them means that, one day, my shadow, that difficult marvel, will pass
through water, where there is no light, and come to be a delectation, rippling into the fish
that are like wounds, feeding them closed, and bringing quiet.