And so each span of consciousness begins
Massive, golden, heavy green, and roaring,
The cinematic hopefulness of youth
Re-entered from the other side of life,
Air and ocean, sand and light, flow on,
Flow on, the journey of the soul,
Everything flows on, stunned anew
In gilded solitude each morning with
Omnipresence, equilibrium, brim.
—with two lines by Seamus Heaney
