I Hunt For A Sign Of You

I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, In the rapid undulant river of women, Braids, shyly sinking eyes, Light step that slices, sailing through the foam. Suddenly I think I can make out your nails, Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry: Then it's your hair that passes by, and I think I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water. I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, Your light, the shady day you brought from the forest; Nobody had your tiny ears. You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one, And so I go along, with you I float along, loving A wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea.