• Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks.

    Dorianne Laux: Someone spoke to me last night,
 told me the truth. Just a few words,
 but I recognized it.
 I knew I should make myself get up,
 write it down, but it was late,
 and I was exhausted from working
 all day in the garden, moving rocks.
    Dorianne Laux (1994). “What we carry: poems”, BOA Editions Ltd.