What about those that have breathed
in your heart and blood, in your days’
hue, complexion, dreams and moods,
the unsubstantial pageant you have nodded to,
the “yes” they’ve always made you come down to,
have you become them or they you?
In the puzzle of your time?
Come rain or come shine?
And though you have grieved in the silence of the light
you have clung to them, puzzled into their right.