Close your eyes and 

sit again on that rickety plastic chair   

as the warm blueness of sky spans

across the lake and lingonberries.

Listen — hear nothing but the buzz of bees.

find your way back into the evening twilight 

where white apple blossoms glow like ghosts, 

black silhouettes of trees loom in a theater of dusk.

High above the city echoes the call of freest swifts.

drive your calves again into the stream of ice and

laugh as shafts of sunlight fall and find you in 

this hidden passage of ravines; the silly dog still safe 

in your arms, still shivering with the terror of liquid.

So let — 

let the green-green water worlds glide past beneath

let blackbirds greet darkening summer nights  

let yourself ride again on bicycles through widest streets

None of this is lost — It’s all still 

there 

Come, close your eyes and it’s all

still 

happening.