Epilogue, Part II
ca. 1970-present
We were in love and out, unrequited or used, sometimes
choosing expediency over what was true and beautiful.
There is a vague nostalgia for our lost innocence,
a disappointment that will never be reconciled.
Now in our seventies, with successes and failures,
a mix of hope and cynicism, whiskey and wine,
in and out of spiritual realms and practices, settling
on something comforting as part of our end game.
Children are grown and gone and loved ones have passed.
I am astonished at having made it this far.
But, like wine, the stories we tell of the
times and places will always improve with age.
From: A Meandering Search for
Innocence, Time, and Love
Unpub. MS p. 48
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