Leonard Cohen: Report to R.S.B.

Peace did not come into my life.
My life escaped
          and peace was there.
Often I bump into my life,
trying to catch its breath,
pay a bill,
or tolerate the news,
tripping as usual
over the cables
          of someone’s beauty -
My little life:
so loyal,
so devoted to its obscure purposes -
And, I hasten to report,
doing fine without me.