Your Fathers (1985)

Your fathers enjoyed things, your fathers got their hearts broken too. They were young, they were small, they were cared for by their parents, they saw the snow in the city for the first time and wondered. They found themselves suddenly big and wondered where chldhood had gone like clothes outgrown, They found the world suddenly difficult and wondered where Magic had gone, and the shock was so painful they decided to forget there ever was such a thing as Magic. In their hearts now are horses and carts and snowy streets from fifty years ago, Chagall expressed such memories, but they don't know how. Your fathers lingered in a small world just like you Fifteen years to find it gone like water left in the sun. They sipped and dawdled the morning only to find all at once, harsh afternoon light. Your fathers' fathers were a world of mist and green, a primeval world rising out of non-being for your fathers, a world they kissed goodbye, as you will kiss your fathers goodbye and your son will kiss you. Fathers who rise on one horizon and set on another, that is all we ever have, and we are forever saying goodbye, and hello.