January 1985

walking

living

joyful in where I am

there could be nothing else

could there?

the sun shines

birds sing

children play

there can be no more

can there?

far on the horizon

dunes break...

what lies beyond them?

reach to the sky

block my view

but my ears hear

glimmerings of sound

what could they be?

the sun rises

what could be there?

surely nothing

yet … maybe

Written at Wesley Acres

during a WET weekend retreat