It happened when we grew up .
Earlier it was always possible
to get back to friends together
on decisive matters in a day or two
– like if you manage to spit
upon the shadow of a flying eagle
it will not , after all , turn
into a gleaming gold coin ,
or horses can sleep standing up ,
or girls are quite different
but are human beings still –
and , clean , go to sleep
of a reconciled universe .
Growing up , growing old, afterward
has been made up of going away
in various ways
of friends and everyone else ;
piling up of decisive matters
unreconciled ; turning of sleep
into a long season of waiting –
like an exile in this universe .