FACES

I spent a day on Easy Ridge
Not nearly long enough for me
And in my way, I waited
For the light so I could see.
I need no rock to rest upon
I need not be at home on time.
No need to sing my distant song
In any other time but mine.
Confusing how my childhood
Comes around again and round again
And no amount of strangers now
Can take what I had then.
I’ll know when I am somewhere near
When I can see their faces, then
I’ll spend a day on Easy Ridge
And never quite again.