The Foreign Country – for Oscar on his 21st birthday
Seems the same until the sun
Falls in through the window at a different
Angle, and life becomes
A foreign country.
Never what is to be,
And learning is all new and uncertain,
Dark and light,
Dim shadows and questions,
Motes of disappeared dust.
To the changing keys of existence,
We cannot see the future
Clearer than now.
Each page we open has fresh words
And undone endeavours.