Who Would Have Come

Who would have come
if the angel had not come
Was there something
you wanted to tell me

A river flowed
through my house
so there is nothing
you cannot say to me—

Water that
begins in the stairs
carries a velvet dress
like plaster
when my legs
are failing
and salt like snow
so suddenly
your laughter,
and the sound
is a boat and the
boat is my hands,
and I remember you best
with my hands,
there it is always
the same day.