After Years
By Ted Kooser
Today, from a distance, I saw
you
Walking away, and without a
sound
The glittering face of a
glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding
only
A handful of leaves, and an
old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer’s retina
as he stood in the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.