The Visitor

What’s more of a miracle—
That you are or won’t be?
Sometimes, it’s impossible

To see how the world has room
To maneuver. Its changes
Have to shuffle in fullness,

And it’s never not full, and
Its never not changing.
You can measure the vast dance

Never any vaster nor
Ever any less, but how
Could packed world shift to add you?

Somehow you got into this.
Somehow you’ll go out of it.