Memento

And you are waiting, expecting that one thing,
which infinitely enriches your life;
the mighty, tremendous,
the awakening of the stones,
depths, turned to you.
Dawning in the bookshelves
are volumes in gold and brown;
and you think of encompassed lands
of images, of the garments of
women lost again.

And suddenly you realise: that was it.
You rise to your feet and before you stands
a past year’s
fear and guise and prayer.

- Rilke