We want the spring to come and the winter to pass.
We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss —
we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking,
when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store,
and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face,
and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless：
I am living……
~ Marie Howe, from What the Living Do