Notes on a Drawing just Begun

I see a serpent shift where I once lived.
Beyond the snake, coiling where a playground used to be,
a patch of grass, a railway line, and beyond
layers of fields; yellow, ascending to black;
the hills of the horizon.
I see a memory of myself ride the serpent.
I'm not sure what my expression means
but I don't seem disturbed.
Summers lasted forever here
and I would always wait for autumn.