Awake at the crack,
Bags to carry, miles to go.
Seemed good at the time,
Where are we going again?
Wings landing,
Running to train,
Got it! A moment to breath.
Wheels arrive,
Stations to change,
Missed ... now two hours to kill.
Midday comes,
Train now running.
From station to port,
Past city, field, hill, river and loch,
People fading into lambs.
'Tis clockwork now,
Off the ground, past the water and over the hills.
Eaglet taking off,
Our trappings left behind.
Standing on the shore,
I am a tower,
Looking out,
Here at the edge of the world.
Amazed at the dusk,
The hours we counted, miles we traversed.
Seemed good at the time,
But who needs good when here is astounding?
sč
Iona, May 6th, 2007
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