Defining Moments to Remember our Youth.

A "found poem"

Basic pleasures, minor satisfactions
will remain unchanged should tomorrow arrive
but for now
a sense of invulnerability
will send us packing
while we try to define these last moments,
create permanent signs that we were here,
we had a childhood back in the day;

that we saw
the pileup of a passenger train,
backhoes and cranes

felt October humidity
and stood in the heart-red tower lighthouse
that was once as bright as the amber pine
and the sunny spot we used to lay;

that we watched the elk herd and chopped wood,
built fire
and briefly chucked rocks into the outcrop
of spruce trees.

How nice it is to imagine
that we will forever be young.