We have such unfounded confidence that
The future will be like the past that
We are constantly disappointed in the
Present. The future betrays us daily.
So I can’t be blamed for thinking you’d
Be here still—as you always were.
Thousands of observations told me
You were a survivor and, besides,
You promised you’d never leave.
My imagination has expanded
Regarding the regularity of nature,
But I still look for you in the
Morning Light.