Slow verse, dry stones, the river shows her age.
Kind nurse, soft tones, her smile full of maple leaves.
August 20, 2021
Shall I Tell You of My Former Life?
Shall I tell you of my former life? It happens in the strangest way,
today, not yesterday, before tomorrow begins, and where my new life ends,
over, and yet over, again. Like smoke, it rides the wind, and as it leaves,
so it patiently remains. Newton laughed about it when it landed
on his head, just as Galileo wrote his daughter,
I think, I think, I think, I understand.
Recently Banned Literature, March 25, 2016
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Aging, Consciousness, Diaries, Fall, Galileo, Hiking, Journals, Kindness, Maples, Newton, Poems, Poetry, Rivers, Silver Falls, Smoke, Stones, Time, Understanding, Wind