“I must go out——the greenery is dense
with memories, they follow me with their gaze.”
—Memories Look at Me, Tomas Transtromer

Mirrorings everywhere. The fragile self
waking to past times
too long forgotten.

Who sees. Who is seen.
How is it this green meadow
knows more of me
than I, self-appointed cogito
of the stars, all boundaries
of the known & unknown.

And you even you dear Anna.
Are we the lovers who thought
to break free of our early years
and become bearers of
an untainted future
as though time
might forgive.