But maybe it’s just beginning
You thought you’d run the race
Wide the circle of the sea
And slow the bobbing
Thoughts
Pebbles are beautiful
Pebbles are enough
Let freedom ring
Trail of the tossed pebble
An act pulled back
into the mind
High above it all
Wishing not to be caught
In that fraught
history
Light and air
Sew the hour
Into your collar
to pay your way
in a troublesome land
Utrecht Journal 