For E. Scott Alighieri
Nothing can stay with me,
Nothing I love or hate
No dark shadow can make me afraid
No divine love saves me from the grave.
Through the roar of the waves tall grasses sink
Into evolution's dismal course,
Abducted by charm our younger selves
Notice the brilliance of water
On a nondescript day.
Now years look like moments
As I whistle my way into the field laughing.