Voyager
I have become an orchid
washed in on the salt white beach.
Memory,
what can I make of it now
that might please you—
this life, already wasted
and still strewn with
miracles?
http://www.mta.info/mta/aft/poetry/poetry.html?year=2013&poem=5
http://www.maryruefle.com/
