If yesterday continued, what a joy...
If yesterday continued, what a joy
to navigate more minutes—our canoe!
And think of time benignly as a toy,
My train to home is rocking back and forth,
I walk the edge of sleep, but hanging here…
Held by clouds, these thoughts hold summit worth,
and feelings roll along without “that fear.”
Our destinations separate by tracks,
but only on some shallow, finite scale --
The topographic views support our backs;
our breathing carves a deep and lasting trail.
We’re caught somewhere between and know it’s true.
Kay Weeks on 5.30.12
Back home in Ellicott City Historic District, Maryland