It has for some time now been the fashion to say that we are in a morass, and to attempt to get out of the morass by attacking Romanticism; and I am going to do this too.
[Iris Murdoch]

What I mean is
that I do not see you,
that in my blindness you
have known me, that there
are walls to climb and no ropes,
that in spite of myself I look up,
reaching, wrap my fingertips
into the rock, send my toes
searching for a crack,
an edge, a place to start.