Story That Won’t Say What That’s About

It took him until sixty
To learn what he knew at ten
But didn’t know how he knew.

One starts in declarations,
Out-loud realizations,
The weird wisdom of the child.

One ends in reflection, when
One accumulates enough
Mirrors to cage that pattern.

The little boy sat with friends
And declared his intentions.
Half a century later,

Pulling the waves together,
The old man sat watching him.