Hansel and Gretel
I cannot remember when I was there, or for how
How is it that I, a normal person, can remember
Of last year's vacation or my sister's visit?
(I think it was Easter, though I could be
It's not someone else's life I'm so forgetful
Like Hansel and Gretel crumbling the loaf,
I marked a trail the birds mark only with song.
They swallowed song lyrics and baseball
And I'd have to say I begrudge them even those—
And the way the little kid looked when he bent
To me and loosed that undamaged smile of his.
Important images. Still, there's good in
Elegizing old photographs is hardly fitting,
Better to leave them alone, whatever this poem
Maybe there's something between remembering and
And that is what you find when you can't go
Can't quite remember your old friend's name,
But you follow the winding sigh his heart let
The slight banging of those dangerous,
Where the glow within and the form of the
The rumor of those singing trees and the trail
you are threading.
1993; originally printed in The Cumberland Poetry
Reprinted by permission of the author.