Thanks

for being able to recall

a moment out of childhood lost;

to see in something very small

across all of my bridges crossed

a moment when my father took

me in the woods led by the hand

and showed me something saying look!

to see again and understand

that nothing that we have gone through

can take away the knowledge of

the presence, always within view—

to see, to touch, explain with love;

this is the lesson to be learned:

that nothing had once ever’s gone,

to which somebody has returned

to think about and ponder on.