After Walking in Sunlight

A Distance From Childhood

Some things unmapped

count most. We remember

this touch of light,

that leaf, this rock

as one seen

elsewhere.

Words remembered from a page past;

that wide glance from your first grandchild

like the one you gave ... when?

Not so long ago

even yesterday

the jump rope pounded the ground hard

where roots of ancient schoolyard trees

cobbled through like the fibrous sinews

of knowing

all that sunnery

all those leaves

brighter than stained glass

there in the future.