God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference
We know by now a serene difference
The way wood dove ‘s rou-cou brings
To a low bass and the hunter’s all ear
Together in a single serene metaphor
We know difference that is not there
To our serenity to know a difference.
Parts of metaphor are reality in idea.
It is no more a reality we can change.
We find relationships in the serenity
And stop the nonsense of changing.
We are all eye to viewing a serenity
Serenity we owe to our final bodies.
(remembering Wallace Stevens poem Thinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors, from Transport to Summer, 1947)