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