At Winter Solstice, Iowa City
I listen for the footsteps
Of my dogs:
Little taps from their via sacra.
When I hear them on the stairs
I know the happiness
Of Vivaldi!
Borges, if only they'd given you a dog
You'd have known
Blindness stands for nothing.
—Do not concern yourself with the whole.
Stephen Kuusisto, "At Winter Solstice" from Letters to Borges. Copyright © 2013 by Stephen Kuusisto. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.
Source: Letters to Borges (Copper Canyon Press, 2013)