In succeeding years
our wisdom is seen
for what it is
invention and tender folly
as we go forward
imagining mountains
rising ever higher
to see what we thought we knew
on the trails below
illuminated
simplified
and disproved
sweet memories
misted ridges
and blankets of leaves
Before us more mist
assumed
or gifted
revelations
more follies
to be seen
at a later time
as simple good hearted
wishes
flurries
favors
fevers
and fortune
Remember the boy
who swam in the air
immersed his whole being
in feeling and absorbing
without knowing
Old man dreaming
catching wisps
of what is
and was
evaporating now
as words
on paper