To A Sweet Young Man
Or, You Have No Idea
How things seem changed to me
Contexts conspire, rearrange the way i see
the things i saw not them but i
have been redrawn, prioritized, & i
- i do not think myself (thank God) unwilling
Like some grown up Wendy Darling,
to question why, but wonder — comparable?
I ask the opened window — am I able?
Peter, neither cruel nor heartless, wonders why
I think I’m too stiff & weak & heavy to fly
Be seeing you.
