life with you 
is like a secret
unraveling 

how often I feel undone  
how often I wish for my eyes to be opened
swiftly, to be whole at once 

never to doubt 
never to disagree 

on the mountain they saw you as you really are
in the garden they fell asleep 

bewildered and believing still
we follow on the way 
that wends along a wretched cross 

halts beside a grave