That for some years in April
I linger on trees with new leaves
in clear April skies ,
I had put down to my advancing years ;
finally taking that leave from life
ageing people are said to do .
Then why do I see
shy green leaves in yellow sunlight ,
like light turned to leaf , clear
in clear blue sky ,
and I stare rapt with recognition ,
stoned , acheing , remembering ,
as if returned from another life ?
What piled up codes
are unraveling together ;
what is the meaning of this
sly mixing of future with past ?