I was born
to the sound of a high school band
outside,
with a companion brother
who in the beginning
began with me.
So the world
presented itself as quirky,
no less miraculous
for being asymmetrical,
unreasonable,
and imaginal in love,
sound and shape.
For explanation I left
its metaphysical houses
for poetry,
and decided destiny
was a road
with gentle rain
falling through its shadows,
and a voice
that had the pure bell
of silence
sounding with history,
already deja vu,
waiting for me
to walk as far as I please
into magic.