Fortune

Wood is better than gold
for the inscribing of wisdom.
When we were younger,
we carved menageries,
pantheons, legions, the zodiac.
The many assembled there
rippled in the blue dusk,
and began speaking
of the eternal meadows,
of the sweet shedding of youth,
and the touching of arabesque temples
in the heartwood of the mind. 
Do you remember them?