“For the New Year, 1981”
I have a small grain of hope— one small crystal that gleams clear colors out of transparency.
I need more.
I break off a fragment to send you.
this grain of a grain of hope so that mine won’t shrink.
Please share your fragment so that yours will grow.
Only so, by division, will hope increase,
like a clump of irises, which will cease to flower unless you distribute
the clustered roots, unlikely source—
clumsy and earth-covered—