I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished?
I don’t know. That I’d come back,
that we’d somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
—Louise Glück, from “The Wish,” in Meadowlands (Ecco Press, 1996)