Perspective

From this pinnacle of years
distance resolves all
in fog and shadow–
indistinct, unremarkable
triumph and defeat
blurred and softened
no longer sharp enough
to cut or carry pride
to wound or stir up
wild intoxication–
So quiet now, so kind
this dawning light
still dim and rosy
comforts without argument
and tastes like sweet relief–
all my dark sins fading
into the rising bright