I begin to know The End.

When this is how it starts–

The front porch sun,

on everyday wrinkling skin;

The swing we will build

(have built),

in the old oak;

The gray you’ve started

growing, long after mine

— All comes into focus

And the light from

Prophetic visions bends

(exactly like a memory).

When this is The Start,

All my thoughts bend

toward a smile;

And all my heart wants that ending;

Then the beating calms

For knowledge It is Ours.