and this hedge, which blocks most
of my view of the distant horizon.
But sitting and thinking, I imagine
the boundless space that lies beyond,
the incredible silence, the most profound calm;
my heart is nearly frightened. And as the wind
ruffles through the trees
I compare its voice to that infinite silence:
and it comes to me, the eternal, the dead seasons,
the present and the living, and the sound she makes.
Lost in such immensity, my thought drowns,
yet shipwreck is sweet in this sea.
