Spring Water

When I find myself
back someplace where I was
once, those are memories
that arrive within the presence

they always have been.
Not who I am.
What has been experienced.
The stone fountain within

the plaza beginning to make
more sense than the river
for kids to play. Safer,
clean ankles and feet,

as I am there as well
from a bench that is
not fully bolted, wobbles
on a current of what passes.