It was wet & white & swift and where I am <br />we don't know. It was dark and then <br />it isn't. <br />I wish the barker would come. There seems to be eat <br />nothing. I am usually tired. <br />I'm alone too. <br /> <br />If only the strange one with so few legs would come, <br />I'd say my prayers out of my mouth, as usual. <br />Where are his note I loved? <br />There may be horribles; it's hard to tell. <br />The barker nips me but somehow I feel <br />he too is on my side. <br /> <br />I'm too alone. I see no end. If we could all <br />run, even that would be better. I am hungry. <br />The sun is not hot. <br />It's not a good position I am in. <br />If I had to do the whole thing over again <br />I wouldn't.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-28-snow-line/
