You, with your laser-like eyes
with your great, great surprise.
Where were you when the town’s
bell tolled loud and clear as the domed
world clinged, clanged with a summer’s
night echo, when the fixed stars
held their place, their early summer
reference: You are here.
Where was I then, in the earth-spin
moment when it All Came Down
and the geese lifted high as if to say,
Enough! Leaving this world, they took
flight to some other. How I wished
I could follow on their downy, lazy backs.
But now, nearing forty, I see it is never
so simple as the quick-start
run. That one must stay put, no matter
that the pistol goes off and the flag
comes down. Shhhh … that sound is
the rushing of your heart as you stand
as if meeting yourself for the first time ever.