Someone said, stirring their tea, “I would
come home any time just for this,
to look out the clear backyard air
and then into the cup.”
You could see the tiniest pattern of bark on the trees
and every slight angle of color change
in the sunshine millions of miles of gold light
lavished on people like us.
You could put out your hand and feel the rush of years
rounding your life into these days of ours.
From somewhere a leaf came gliding slowly down
and rested on the lawn.
Remember that scene?-inside it you folded the last
of your jealousy and hate, and all those deeds so hard
to forget. Absolution: swish!–you took
the past into your mouth,
And swallowed it, warm, thin, bitter, and good.