Suddenly, in an eye-blink, it feels as if
you’ve snapped out of a long daydream.
Here you are, standing behind yourself,
slightly above and a little to the left.
You slowly circle around in an arc
until you’re looking yourself in the eye.
Is this the one you thought you were?
Was that empty husk ever really you?
Soon enough, its dust will be inseparable
from the waiting soil to which it returns.
After a fleeting fascination, you lose
any interest, turn away, begin to expand.
Just a moment ago you believed you knew
what’s what, but now you have no clue.
Still, this doesn’t seem to bother you. Rather,
you feel strangely giddy, care-free, euphoric.
You’ve known this feeling before, like a child
on the first June day of summer vacation.
You weren’t sure what you wanted to do,
but you had all the time of your life to do it.
If you made a mistake it would be a good one.
If you were confused it was alright to be that.
You didn’t think about any of that then, about
innocence or its loss — why bother with it now?
Sometimes you would just lean back and relax
on the backyard grass, mindlessly lost in blue sky.
Whatever summer clouds sailed by in that vastness
long ago took their secrets and stories with them.
Even now, as muted memories mingle and recede,
the sky of the heart awaits your next move.
What’s gone is never truly gone. Only stay with this
which neither comes nor goes. All glory to that!