A SUNDAY MORNING IN THE WORLD

passing the church

I remembered how seriously

I took eternity when I was a child


(even frightened myself one night

trying to imagine forever

living on and on and on with no end


terrified even then of the immensity...)

that child grew passed that notion

forgot its reverence and sampled the world


and now an old man passes a church

after years of seeing wizards behind curtains

and a little envious of those who never let go


of fears and awes that regulate their lives

and the child who slipped those bonds of acquiescence




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