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.