The man came to the top
Of the mountain
Trailed his feet in the clouds
He asked where
Do you keep your soul
And will it return to you?
I keep mine in a tower of rock
High and hard as ice
I keep mine beneath the earth
where nothing touches it save
decay
I keep mine (when I am pleased)
Inside a pillar
Where saints’ tears slide along the stone –
Here is mine, I have found it
Put for safe-keeping
In my smallest finger
If you would have it of me
You must learn
What I am now
And whether I love.