Introduction to Every Atom by project curator Brian Clements
I stop somewhere waiting for you
— That's how it ends, without a period.
The poem stops.
The poem stops but, under
your boot-soles, is still
here, waiting for you,
or in river eddies, counter
to the main current,
or in the air.
“I” begins the line, “you” ends it,
for every atom belonging to me
as good belongs to you.
The poet and the reader are one,
failing, missing, waiting, and always
on the eve of departure,
which is why I believe
it makes an excellent first line:
I stop somewhere waiting for you