how life changes
depending on how
we look at it. and
how hard it is to
step back, think
if I was on that
side, or up above
or even down
below: a guest
or the host: we
each play such
roles man across
the sea. not knowing
where you are now
you have gone back
in my mind to the sea
it makes for better
questions and better
poetry than the old man
up the road at a university
I fear your youth has
caught up to you and now
you sit with tubes for breath
and food: still I am sure
you are there and if allowed
you still read now and again
