most of it works now,
memory plays a part,

when we look
to the mountain.

have a photo here of up the valley
where they used to stook the harvest

all the family out working the fields

in the evening it came cooler
for rest

the sounds

softer.

once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all

comes well some days.

my calculations say i may walk 4 miles
each time, each day, unless i go twice
then it is doubled of course

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

some thing is changing here,

so slight it can hardly be

noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,

came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

have you walked the dunes

hollowed path, coconut gorse.

have you found contentment there?

have you sat the sun, black crow bird.

have you closed your eyes at that

within, enjoyed that

without?