Across field,
down paths,
my life was spent,
so easy to bear,
to breathe,
though always in need,
in longing –
but hey,
my head was golden,
my heart was soft,
my wounds mended easily
and the first words out of my mouth were
why not?
and now,
shut my eyes,
I see the smooth gray stones,
the meadowed bank,
the compass rose,
and watch things move
beneath the surface
of sleepy waters –
what chance had sorrow
when there was so much light,
and, running in circles,
I could barely feel the weight I bore –
it was the inverse of everything now,
the fullness of what is long since emptied,
a boy and his dog
such a welcome change
from a man and his memories –
the past is unwavering,
could not have been done better,
not to be altered,
anyhow, why would anyone…
