kerekerd'eux

In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is he 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