I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
--Song of Songs 5:2,3
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.