Direction

All I remember of the long lecture
which is all I remember of one summer
are the veins on the old old bald head
and the loose white sleeve and bony finger pointing
beyond the listeners
over their heads
there was the dazzling wall and the empty sunlight
and reaching out of his age he told them
for the last time
what to do when they got to the world
giving them his every breath to take with them like water
as they vanished
nobody was coming back that way