In a river of thought,
I saw a shadow pass
like raindrops on white marble.
I caught the memories that—
in my head—
as fireflies swarmed over grass.
I touched their little wings
of silver-shimmering glass,
and marvelled at their amber eyes
through which I’d seen so much:
Water, stone, wood, night and day,
and sharp red rocks against a golden sky—
so many skies, both
and many a friend who crossed my way.