The young people I met up there, the middle-aged people, were pretty quiet, rather dour. When I was away from those old people, I dreamed up questions to ask them to prompt new stories. Most of the stories he told were just reminiscence, anecdote. And he told them with a wonderful sense of narrative, a wonderful sense of shapeliness. So there was a kind of pattern in me of love for old people which I think has gone through the rest of my life.
Home is a comfort.
I feel that way about my connectedness here. Yes, that's what I would hope. The large cycles of time enrich the moments of our lives even as they're carrying the experiences away from us. In that poem, I talk about the experience of canceling out time. That turns up in poem after poem.