I come so far

And through such daunting seas,

Calving glaciers in the dark,

Circulating slaughter,

Breaking ships in half

With a touch of air

And water, nothing much,

I have to laugh,

And from such times

As once would work

Their magic on the ear,

As would percolate the world

With climates mild and tragic, 

Forgotten here and now

On a lapping beach

Where torches at a luau

Flicker softly at my touches,

Not wild, not careless, 

Just wonders without wands, 

Brushes with the truth,

Just as much as

In my youth beguiled

The hallow fronds with rain

And thunders

To entertain a trembling child.


June 30th, 2006


7:32 - 8:23 PM