When we last met
you were young men,
really just boys –
certified or not –
Designated ‘insane’.
I was your visiting doctor
In Gaberston house.
Yesterday, I met you again,
you were leaning over the wall of my garden:
we chatted together as auld men
the Passing of time making our conversation
beautiful, real.
Vox humana –
never was there a wall.