Dear Confusion

Caro bell’idol mio,
Everything new’s old again.
This dark morning before dawn,

A new day, incredibly
Ancient in every feature—
Lozenge moon, few stars, brisk winds—

Haven’t you seen us before?
It’s not that there’s nothing new
Under the dawn’s arrival,

It’s just that everything new—
And it is all, always, new—
Is also already old.