As I Listen to the Music of My Youth, Beside the Backyard Pond
Again I watch dismayed
As the snow melts below my striken feet.
Wavering cloud draped upon wavering pond
All the sun long.
The tingling insects creep,
Raspy muskrat plays and wallows.
Dry straw floor shivering,
Wooden fingers of the brown trees,
Shiver on the pond surface.
Again the atomic summer,
Again the rotting flush.
How do I conduct myself again,
Stiff or shrunken?
Eyed tingled, bone cracked,
Muscle cramped, skin ripped,
Blotted, dryness, wetness,
Conspired and cast
All the wind long.
Heaven and hell banished
By the logs floating across the pond;
Again the tree wears another ring,
Again my green leaves grow darker.