Renaissance

Pieces
little windows
fragments of times
in which I once knew you.

Sunlight & black roses
mark a place
in another century --
1400? 1500?
Time never meant much back then.
Time moved too slowly back then.
Not like now,
when we never quite know
if we'll connect
at the doorway.

Arching overhead,
the contrails
of things we'd have once called
dragons.

Under our feet, round pebbles
of clear sand,
pieces of a future
we've set to rebuild
in the image of past forests,
pasture, passed slowly
just you and me...