By now you could almost
be anyone and by now
it seems that is who you are
when did it happen
when did it
come to pass
unperceived in spite
of the warnings of a lifetime

surely it was not so
that summer day arched
above the shallow
stream over your shadow
to see the transparent fish
flash beneath your face
they are still flying there
silent in the same sky
where no one else sees them

surely it was not so
when first your fingers
listened under clothing
to the skin calling to you
over the hills
as you still hear it
far away only you

where now
are the questions
that you alone can answer
are they old enough yet
to know who you are
have they heard that you
are still here
do they have the words
would they recognize you

you who could almost be no one