Hear After

As time goes by
And my world grows wider,
The clearings I have known
Are hidden in the fog of years.

Yet in any moment
A sight,
Or sound,
Or smell,
Can shoot me throughtime
To those places I have known
And people I have been.

And when there and then
Are here and now,
The souls of absent family and friends
whisper from those places
To remind me
Who I am,
And where Iím going.

Sept 25, 2000

George Seaver

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