Searching Eyes

The searching eyes of an old man who sees
by the light of much too much memory
and the foreshadowing of his own end
what does he seek, a place, a face,  a shape?

blue sky eyes in the mirror are my own
earth is jubilee mixed with tragedy
a hunting hawk glides black line on white cloud
my sorrow herds the songs of all my joys

As late summer sun warms both my forearms
I find myself melting into myself 
becoming a river of recourse run
twisting along the bends from beginning

the intensity of the gaze is my own
keeping company with all how I am