Climbing Time

In succeeding years
our wisdom is seen
for what it is

invention and tender folly

as we go forward
imagining mountains
rising ever higher
to see what we thought we knew
on the trails below

illuminated
simplified
and disproved

sweet memories
misted ridges

and blankets of leaves

Before us more mist
assumed
or gifted
revelations

more follies
to be seen
at a later time
as simple good hearted
wishes

flurries
favors
fevers

and fortune

Remember the boy
who swam in the air

immersed his whole being
in feeling and absorbing
without knowing

Old man dreaming
catching wisps
of what is
and was

evaporating now

as words

on paper

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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