I do not recall just what year;
It had to be after the grades,
Somewhere between the freshman fear
And being a senior with “shades.” [1]
2
Nor is the season clearly in mind,
Though a long-time favorite is fall.
The day was more “springish” in kind
As I now, distantly, recall.
3
And, spring-like weather can be spread
Across April and May and June,
So the month must be left unsaid,
No exact one can “carry this tune.”
4
Nor do I know the day of week,
Though I doubt it a Lord’s Day,
And it won’t help to “take a peek”
At a calendar that far away.
5
Year, nor season, nor month is known,
I can’t even tell you the hour.
But the moment, though “ancient” grown,
Has not fully lost its power.
6
I can take you to the outcropped hill,
Which basically faced the west,
– If developers have left it still;
I doubt they have bulldozed that crest.
7
Bear right and climb above the trail,
Sit still in the late afternoon sun,
Be willing to let the mind “sail”
Meaningfully, slowly – don’t make it run.
8
Look beyond the nearest old home,
And beyond the farthest old hill,
Allowing thoughts (as I did) to roam,
And a wandering, wonder may fill
9
Your mind as it did mine, “back when”
In a moment of maturing.
Life had new thrill and meaning just then,
Briefly, yet decades enduring.
10
Vision I did not feel nor see,
Nor did my mind have dreams,
Yet living took on new life for me,
The day I saw “more than it seems.”
11
I’ve never forgotten the thrill,
Caught on that Cincinnati hill.
– eab, 10/13/05
[1] Term from the 60’s for sunglasses.
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