Literature
Moment after moment
Moment after moment
Day after day
The ocean speaks to me…
“You are small”.
I am. And glad of it.
In the relativity of my mind
I am thus, infinite.
Here
I live in between two passionate forces.
Confronted by ocean to the east
ambushed by wilderness and desert to the west.
Where I live
mornings are doing times and as the winds bully the oceans
afternoons are the thinking, sheltered times.
A pattern of my life, of
Fishing, swimming, diving, hunting and beachcombing,
followed by the necessity of moving to shelter, to wonder and read and dream.
In water I experience a wonderful truant feeling.
It caresses my ski