Ode to Amergin

When I sit upon this granite rock and look out
across the sound...
everywhere I see parts and parcels of my total being:

I am the woodrose...

I am the river and its course...

I am the Sun from the East...

returning to the West.

I am the death of a child..

I am the anticipated birth of another.

I am the breath...

and bellows of this frame...

I am grateful for this moment .



(Gregory O'Seasnain)