Each year I step further back
from the surface of life, as though
I have been set adrift, floating
memories mooring to form more
integral forms, mordent melodic
embellishment of waves, spindrift
spray, wet white disturbs integration
cadence of unsettled calm, changeless
rhythm of the tides, forever new
emergent patterning, as I sit tight
holding to the view, here on this rock
but I must get up and go, time calls
urging , another day is ending.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
November 14, 2009