These forty years have diminished your dimensions
or expanded mine, you,
when held ‘longside my memories
having walked ’round Walden Pond this morning, this evening
I rest upon the porch where once
I sat for a single photograph
on a day when I was happy, and
mother smiled softly
at that image of her son.
Your patina, as apparent as mine and
each speaks of our years apart and
all the days I hungered for your refuge.
But I am loved house, and
the dreams and prayers that
diffused through your walls
have often returned to live in places far away,
in other houses where I spoke of you
and the porch on which I sat
on a day when I was pictured yours
and you, mine.