Let Me Think

You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,

I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.

And should I visit it in memory,

It would be as I would a past lover,

After years, for a night, no longer restless with passion,

With no fear of regret.

I have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy.

Depending on the reader's mood this poem can be taken to be about manythings -- one's motherland, one's past lives and, indeed, one's pastloves. The overriding theme of time eroding every landscape holds for themall.