Interlude.

north bubble, acadia national park
To become so alone
to hear the trees
breathe
and feel air expand
in your lungs,
which heave
in exhaustion
and marvel.

The ocean waves goodbye.

sand beach, acadia national park
Oh, the places I have written:
words on the sea,
on rocks with massive history;
on planes, soaring
with my thoughts,
and dreams;
In lands, primitive
and historic;
all, such beauty.

Oh, the places my pen has seen,
leaving behind
some of my own history.