I did not know that I need you
like love poems need distance to be written;
like taxis need passengers in haste
who read these poems bearing in mind
the lovers they leave or are going to meet.
I did not know that I need you like trolleys
need luggage to be weighed down by that
which they carry. What I did know
was that for all this needing of mine,
for all the lists that I could possibly draw
of that which I do not have, when you would
indeed come to me, you would not come
in reply to a need but instead
as that which always surprises, that
which is given and received but never needed;
like a gift you would come to me.