Assurance You will never be alone, you hear so deep A sound when autumn comes. Yellow Pulls across the hills and thrums, Or the silence after lighting before it says Its names — and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed Apologies. You were aimed from birth: You will never be alone. Rain Will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon, Long aisles — you never heard so deep a sound, Moss or rock, and years. You turn your head — That’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.