Someday

Someday when we are young
We will feel as if everything in our lives
That seemed so large, so unapproachable
was just a small knot in an entire expanse
of wood
When we are young
our eyes will catch light we missed lifetimes ago
We will see new colors
And the world will be as it should have been
The cataracts will fall away
And once more, we will have faith
That life is simple and grand
Beyond all calculation
We will have new feathers, new voices
New histories
But we are old now. Very old
And the air feels heavy on our weary bones
We are waiting, waiting to burn into ash, to arise in a new spring
To blaze in a newborn summer