You Can’t Miss It

by Franz Wright

Most I loved
the secret
sense of being a we;

of living in two
places at once (or
everywhere).

How I learned to bear
euphoria
in time.

Which made me patient,
kind and sad.  And so
I took a look around

in glory, I stood
gazing down at the world.
And I saw how it was —

I saw my own
irreparable role there.
It was then, right then

I should have prepared:
I should have set out;
put on the mirrored armor and returned.