If I'm

You led the way of white walls

And wooden floors and open doors

And birds and birds and birds

And all with dusty back

Among these books all leather-jacketed

But I could only find, in my own time

The way to Arizona's yellow tent

Afloat upon the lake

And I'm alone but in another way

I found a black bat tangled in a birch tree

If I'm a body, you're a blanket on me

If I'm a forest you're the field at my feet

If I'm a comer that the dark backs into

You're the darkness that this comer clings to

If I'm a mountain with the moon above me

I, the mountain, choose the moon to envy

And there's a line on my palm

I know it's not very long

I know it's not what you want

But there's a light in the dark

And there'll be light if I'm gone