. . . Thisis not the same river at my fingertips. 	There are no paths, no sunken roadsfamiliar in the forest, by which we canretrace our steps, by which we can escapeby which we can reclaim and return, or hear the child’s song running in the timothy . . .
John Daniel Thieme, paulinskill hours and other poems
cant, disappointment, escaping, futility, inevitability, reclaiming, remembering, remembering-the-past, retrace, returning, time