The child I was has been left behind. Those who first loved me have gone on without me. Where they were a door has been left open upon a solitude. In the midst of our revelry I find myself waiting. Every day the sun returns to this place.
Time here advances toward another summer.
The heat at noon deepens. Sweet and pungent each moment ripens. Every day the sun passes over this valley. Lengthening shadows surround me. All day I waited.