I was here;
Remembering and remembered
As in a living mirror that receives and perceives,
Gets and gives.
Two eyes staring, at two eyes staring
So that all past and all future is spoken at a glance
And the seeing and the seen become one,
A pool peering.

The first day glitters in the mirrors of antique memories
Into the long shadow cast quivering in iridescent light
Reflected and reflecting, and is
The light of distant stars, spent,
Or the fitful presence
Of phosphorous bugs.
The small impeccable ray
Is the most holy sun.

It could not be
That I was here.
I was here alway.

I am here
Now.