Once On An Old Man

• Georgia Caggiati-shortell, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

You're surprised by what you see.
And I don't blame you.
So am I,
While we stand and look across the plain, unfeeling lines. They will stretch into dimness.
Not like us
Not like you
And your eyes blow a light in the wind, the impossible lucidity of regret
marks of tireless work lifted to the moonlight, Sleepless Dreamer
Don't hide anymore.
We're alright.