Today, it is an old friend

    
They creep up on me, these past lives.  
Today, he is a boy I loved when I was very young, but thought that I was very old.  
I knew so much then.  I knew about God.  I knew about time.
I knew about mathematics.  
But something must have happened... a fracture in my sense of smell,  a catastrophic wrinkle in the fabric of weather and place...  I have un-learned.


I must ask you all my questions.  


I will not fight.  
I will not rest so much. 
I will not kiss that boy I loved when I was very old. 
And I will be very young.  
I will never stop singing to my father.  


You will be there too.
We will learn mathematics.