Memory streaming behind me in the wind
Unfolds in blowing colors, and is lost,
Unless words call it out of the air to keep;
Torrents and banners in the rain and sun,
Until I hang the wind of time on a wall.
Today is noise all day in the nearest street,
A name now, a hurt here, and work well done.
Today is now, and tomorrow dimly written.
But I am up early to remember and believe.
Surely as earth goes turning underfoot
To speed me toward the light, and light beyond,
The days to come will ripple the brimming past,
And memory take my color in the wind. 34.