Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Tonight the river is at work dissolving, solving
over and over the riddle of its loosening, I want to know
how to hear it, and what it might teach me:
how to inhabit this thing of bone, gut, and blood,
this part of me that would not vanish if I vanished.
—Davis McCombs, from “The River and the River,” in Ultima Thule (Yale University Press, 2000)