Medieval-me walks with infant-I,
Hand in hand, below the sky,
Where rabbits pause with clear brown ears,
Then rush to hide from our best fears.
The adult-I asks the little-me
What other places we'd like to see:
The mica mountain, the lawn of birds,
The house where light creates new words.
We pace ourselves around the track
With other families, front and back.
The childhood-I asks the grownup-me
What other places we must be:
Andean plains, the Nordic lands,
The beach where waves erase old sands,
The cottage steps, the Sundance trail,
The spirit world beyond the veil.
The angel-me sings with ageing-I,
Voice with voice, earth to sky,
Along the fence, our friends appear,
(Pima College Track, Tucson, Arizona, Summer 1991)
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