Nicholas turned eleven two
Months he ago a he ago
I after him a-running still
But quietly and far away
For the first time turned far away
Without me or without that day
Me seeing him on all the bright-
ness gone the day the snow had gone
Completely gone as we have gone
Who were the worlds we walked far down
Into our lives without each oth-
er as snow into earth as water
Goes into earth and as the water
Touches the roots the dry roots wait for
A signal from the sun and air
And do not green the shoots and what
The water thought it was and what
I thought I was we learn we’re not we’re
Life but not always life and not
Forever he grows without his father
