It's Still Life

The Distance Back

While my little boat moves on its moorings,
the day passes in mist
and pine-green,
and somewhere

between the water
and the trees,
childhood returns.

The world is wide again.
Trees grow touch-close to heaven,

and in the crystal of the water
the moon is comforted.

There is wind in my ears
and birds
find their perches again,

and for a while
nothing has been lost.

My boat rocks gently
at the small distance
between here and then.