SUITCASE OF NIGHT
It is heavy with blackness, this bag I drag and carry:
being the suitcase of the night, I cannot shake it until
there's a sun to rise. Then I can unstrap and open it up
to day. Light streams in; we bring it all back home.
And it is the coming back that is important, do you
not know? I can remember the time that white-haired
old man said to me (me, who was still wise and brash),
'Discover much; write everything down; and then come
back. It is very important that you come back. It is the
coming back that gives this sense and value.'