Never, Too Late

Dreaming of the power to understand

Before it is too late

That which can be done

And that which can’t be undone

First taking soft steps across the forest carpet

After ducking the river tumble
Until the night comes

And the day that is finally done

Itself no longer may be undone

But we gaze at the willows and imagine

Something

Before it slips from our grasp

Text and painting by Anthony M. Napoli