The consequences of confused minds would
have bound us in that spot. We’d just found majority,
still too young to live with more than what we had in us.
How would we have managed that tough decision
and all those tears, being in the wrong time but having
to be about three in our lives? I’ve asked that question,
more as I grow old, and you may ask as well.
I reflect on ifs somewhere far away from us. In memory
of those gray eyes, I see the textures of the sea and sky
reversed, and I wonder here after 43 years, what
we might have done had the case been turned
upside down, and we’d found we’d drown in heaven.
How sad we’d find choice taken from our hands,
lost most to just a few who bark their reprimands.