Can we go back

can we go back
a little
maybe a thousand years
when there were other fears
rough but pure
a disease
no cure
when trees
were green
and forests clean
all in balance
almost good
no climate challenge

can we go back

We wait

we wait
we wait
we contemplate
we wait
we generate
it’s getting late
we wait
we wait


for forgotten souls
marked by
sagging tombstones
of grandfathers
and newborn babies
absorbed by soil
by moss
and lost memories
I dwell in silence
and stroll silently…

I still visit my friend