What I Know
by Wick Fields
If I could reach back in time
And grab my own arm
Say, at the age of 23 or so
I'd do it
I'd seize it and I'd whisper in my own ear
Something like "Don't be so frightened.
The tide rolls back , be cool."
Then I'd look myself in the eye
And wait for one of us to blink.
Two ragged kings, haunted by the other.