Fortuna
my eyes full of salt
where is the mirror that remembers?
there is no ointment
to salve time
once you loved me
I'm sure of it
you love me still
I'm sure of that also
if the stars chart a course
or you chart a course by the stars
open your hand
no palm reader knows braille
what I saw but didn't understand
what I didn't see
and everything hidden
that no dove or raven found in me.
-- Miriam Sagan