Parading

Like fossils locked deep in the folds of my brain,

My circus animals were all on show,

It is with words as it is with people: Actual beauty is rare.

I taught myself to live simply and wisely,

I made a decision.

Surrounding, seething, soothing, as a hand

Napped half the day;

Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago—

hoping to catch sight of the future. It’s near where

He tells her of the place where clouds are formed.