Great Regulars: One Sunday in May, when I was 15,

I took a long hike. In late afternoon on the way back, I paused above a ridge and looked over the stream far below to where the sun was burnishing the trees on the other side. I had the feeling, which has never left me--that scene is as bright in my memory as if I had lived it yesterday--that I was looking into time, not space--the time allotted me to live.

Now that I have used up a good part of that allotment I find myself returning to Barker's poem from time to time.

from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: The wonder of the world

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