The time was still too young for my feet,
but overripe for my mischievous mind.
So, where time plays hooky from our plans
I wrestled my angels.
And, in my dream, I looked out over the rocky embankments
still holding my thoughts and, over the tomb where
recently someone left not long after arriving, a placard read:
“Beware, those still trapped in a life safe, and un-ruined.
You won’t get to enjoy the looks of incredulity from those
who’d prefer you stay here.”