How Difficult to Decide

​How difficult to decide,
To choose the powers of my soul,
The fuse, the mountain,
The sky, the water bowl,

The images that straddle
The cape of heaven, that
Glide above the highest bird,
A wheeling, weightless, black cravat

Beyond my limited desires,
Fireflies on the dusky lawn,
Or the will to set the record
Straight, to greet the fawn

At break of day, to 
Hear the wind, to see the sky,
To read the bark, to hold the scheme,
The starry texts that signify,

To heal the cicatrix, the scar
Of a sidewalk of another land,
To check the ladings of the boats
And watch them glisten on the sand

To weigh the cargo, sofas,
Cars, a brace of grouse, a violin,
To check the teeth, to examine the sails,
The noble and the genuine.