The One Thing

There must have been some other me, who

lived some other time, who realised he

knew the one thing that would save me.

And he must have found a little window,

opened it - and shouted through it -

that saving sound that saved me.

And he must have felt a failure, I am sure,

that other me, because he failed, he did, he didn't

save me from the other things that beat me.

And he must have sat, like some sad god,

from sadder scriptures, and wept at all

he failed to do, he had so little time. And

all my life, I have been climbing up to little

windows - opening them - and saying

the one thing I can say: thank you