Next year we’ll sit on the porch
And count migrating birds.
Children on vacation
Will play catch
Between the house and the fields.

You will see, you will see
How good it will be
Next year

Red grapes
Will ripen by evening
And be served cold at dinner.
And dormant winds
Will carry to the highway
Old newspapers and clouds.

You will see, you will see…

Next year we’ll open our palms
To the dripping white light
A white heron
Will spread wings in the light
And the sun will rise in them.

You will see, you will see…