
after the crowd’s gone
all alone on the water
the remains of day

after the crowd’s gone
all alone on the water
the remains of day

swinging in hammock
the moon through the canopy
my childhood returns

come and sit awhile
trade your fears and worries
for wonder and awe

top of the morning
loud tolling of the church bell
a call to prayer

getting one’s feet wet
to become nearer nature
where the veil grows thin