I Believed

 

In the grey light of

Half morning

I almost remember

the sixties

 

At the end of

Not quite enough sleep

A full moon waned

To half around.

 

I lie thinking:

What do I remember

From those bygone times?

I lived through them,

after all

 

Just an elongated blur

Half familiar

Seen through the window

Of a very fast train

 

The memory is there, but

It won’t quite

come into focus

I have the motifs

 

The parties

Music

Drugs and peace

Or, rather, riots

Marching against everything

 

But I have lost the detail

It isn’t there

I used to have it

But it’s gone

 

Ashes of hope remain

Left over dregs of

Peace we never found

Avoid the desperate cynicism

 

Retreat in to spirit

Now I remember

Yes, that’s it,

I believed.

 

Not believed in faith and isms

Belived in people

Believed we mattered

Believe – hope – trust

 

Now full light

And I,

Not ready for today,

Roll back to sleep.

 

Sebastapol California