he grins and looks at me

In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the 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 have you been?"
He grins and looks at me.
"I have been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees."

[Wendell Berry {1934- } 'A Meeting' from Poems that Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words that Move Them ed. by Anthony Holden and Ben Holden]