Then it appeared that what we thought
to be our never-ending journey would soon
be coming to an end. We emerged
from the forest upon a sunlit meadow,
and from that meadow upon the Main Street
of a village we expected to return to
not in our wildest dreams. It reminded us all
of our own childhoods, though our backgrounds
could not have been more diverse. Later
we thought of certain sandwiches,
water rippling across the sound, geese
rising in unison above an unnamed lake.
We had to laugh about it.
When our children ask we won’t remember a thing.