Pushing Through Curtains
Pushing back through curtains upon curtains billowing in a foggy past there have been people whose sepia faces bring back faint memories of times and places now hovering between reality and imagination. There were school yard boasts and pranks too energetic now for the memory to understand Friends gone in distance and death. Vocations have come and gone and come again. My first students now have faces as worn as mine but their fresh faces live in their children. Years hold blessings and pain hopes and failures joy and aches. But when I turn And stop pushing At the curtains There is a future a timelessness … and a perfection.