Bridge in the Sky

Explore the world of mystic and poet. The author invites you on a journey of remembrance. Both the near past and the past of childhood exist simultaneously with the present. What lies outside time and choice?

The poet's mind.

"Once I was a child playing in a lighted attic,

With the many things I had been given,

Imbuing each plaything with qualities,

As I now do with words;

A patina of dust on each toy,

Though everything still seeming new,

And an afternoon stretching out like eternity,

While outside the attic window, and in my posterity,

Time scudding like a loose bucket,

Down the long shaft of a well."