Nature Theater

Now I step through the slender gate! Promiscuous step in the avenues Drifts away and quiet waft of words From people, passersby. I stand before a green stage! Begin, begin again, you play Of lost days, without crime and punishment, Ghostly only, strange and cool! To the melody of the early days I see myself going up there again, A child whose quiet, forgotten lament I see weeping, strange to my understanding. You wondering face turned to the evening, Was I once this, that now makes me weep, Like your still unfinished gestures That point to the night mutely and shuddering.