Whose woods these are no one can truly know,
I’m seeing now the river’s long stream:
Downriver, the recent past and long ago,
Up-current, the forthcoming unknown dream.
A woman’s got me thinking – ain’t that a shock?
We came upon each other not long ago,
Alit briefly upon the same rock,
And saw, even so, maybe enough to know.
She was a lot of woman, this one,
Her looks, I’m guessing, were barely the start;
But I’ve passed much land, I’m long beneath this sun,
I missed her through gulf of time, not lack of heart.
And the river flows, ripple, to flat, to churn –
We’re one time, God help us, do we ever learn?