I wonder at your wonder, child
And how it is you hold
Such wonder in those eyes so wild,
For my eyes are so old.
While fresh and new you see each day
My life’s in memories
Which, viscous, float and dip and sway
Like bubbles on the breeze.
That train, it’s bigger than the world
And worthy to be noted,
That name emphatic, sung and hurled,
As if from God you’ve quoted.
And I sit here, so full of years,
(At least it seems to me);
Perhaps it’s all my pride and fears
That change all that I see.
O soak my soul in present light,
And cashmere sky and rain:
Seeing like my children might,
And small before the train.