Telescope

An eye for the sun and woolen balls for floating clouds

She lost a tooth

“I’m done with all my youth and a tooth

Is nothing much to lose”

Said the old woman looking trough the telescope
“The stars have shifted a bit - and the moon has a squint

The leaves have wrinkles and the tree is more brown

Beyond the distant hills lies the time with my name on it

I’ll remember the first time I stepped in a brook

When the flowing stream looped around my ankles

That flowed to the sea and is now back again

As rain

I don’t care, I’m done with all my youth and a tooth

Is nothing much to lose”

She said, peeling her eye away from the telescope