one day

this day,
a year ago, two friends departed for ever;
five years ago, an old man fell in a library;
twenty seven years ago, a sparrow found a crumb under my chair in the garden behind the house;
seventy nine years ago, a girl fell in love for first and last time in her life;
one hundred eighty seven years ago, a bayonet knew the warmth of young man's bowels;
seven hundred forty three years ago, a bit of bread was dipped into a glass of wine and a laugh filled the dim air of a room;
one thousand nine hundred ninety two years ago, young Jesus kissed a lost tortoise;
further back, the poet jumped into the volcano's mouth, the mariner saw the star falling into the waters, the mother made pancakes, the baby cried, the baby laughed, the Father rejoiced;
day one