This Fountain of Us

for Mike Escobedo

The fountain in the spring belongs to anyone
Who needs it in this bright midmorning of the year

We approach this embodiment of memory
Its waters emblematic of our presence here
As through a looking-glass of hope in which to see
What we might do arising from what we have done

And over and under it goes as we wonder
Where we might be next spring and what our days might bring
Just like our parents did and all who came before

All we can do is hope and maybe make a wish
For our kids and us and better understanding
While other people's wishes sparkle in the dish
Which holds our hopes to be drawn up to dance once more

This fountain for all seasons is for everyone
Who needs a penny-wish or wants a memory

The pennies of our memories shine in the sun
Reminding us that we are here and not only
That we are here but also that we need to be
For our kids and us and better understanding

The wishes of all of us sparkle in the dish
Which holds our hopes to be drawn up to dance once more
Wherever our spring whatever our days might bring

What we feel today is what will mean most of all
When we feel confused by the chill of November
The fountain in the spring is what we remember
This fountain of us: winter summer spring and fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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