To All That Has Happened

And to whatever won’t,
Since some things can’t,
Since some things have,

That have that can be
Never to have not happened.
The late sun on the outer wall,

The smokers traipsing out
From their controlled climates
To the subtler, uncontrolled

Atmosphere where they’re allowed
To light up—the golden stone,
The floating weed—whatever is

Has been and will always have been,
Some of which you know, most
Of which you can’t, your knowing

Part of what has happened, part
Permanently happened impermanence.
Someone offers someone a light.