A Meeting in A Part

In a dream I meet 


my dead friend. He has, 


I know, gone long and far, 


and yet he is the same 


for the dead are changeless. 


They grow no older. 


It is I who have changed, 


grown strange to what I was. 


Yet I, the changed one, 


ask: "How you been?" 


He grins and looks at me. 


"I been eating peaches 


off some mighty fine trees."

wendell berry