Calmed by morning
Sunlight in the volunteers
Silled in a pottery
Shaped by loving hands.
Yes I miss the sea.
Calmed by simple things
On this gentle inland hill
A wooden spoon
A butternut shell.
I hear the surf
Its running sighs
The gulls.
Calmed enough
In this green wind
On paths I mow
To only say the truth.
I think of you
More than I should
Less than I did
More than I should
Less than I did
Ebbing tide with trees.
