I can see the past more clearly now
See how it’s fitted, or ought to have been.
Classical piano, tears, rebellion;
Schoolyard bullies, kisses, bravado.
Now: this feeling in the pit of of my stomach
At how untouchable it is…
If I’m too careful, I see the jumping and frolicking falling away,
My face hardening: less surprised and more serious by the day.
Oh, It’s just songs and dreams, but so much is
Frozen firm there, in the ancient ice.
A reaction to this.