...But Father, really! In those days
I was better, and closer, and didn’t shut myself so—
would stride so watchful through each open door.
Have tried my best since then to find
true regimen again. Remember?
I was the people of God, for no stirring reason—
my comp’ny of souls, all my selves ahead
and trailing off behind me. That much
was pride, true... it was still sweet
to find pride growing so profuse here.
-2004
