No matter how quick, how long his gait is
How supple his torso or how far
He leans away from you at evening

He will come back like a wild brother,
Linked in the syncopations of the light
As stolid theme and impetuous cadenza

Dance to the measure of the one song,
Or as a dream of flight that dares
Not leave its dreamer for long.

From His Steps by Daniel Hoffman