I can hear Terry Riley's Harp of New Albion;
Cadence on the Wind,
and marvel at the loudly gamelanish pictures
of Dante, the goshawk;
the young one who stayed with us
for less than a week
in August 2026
on the farm up in Northbothnia;
his gaze right into my eyes –

and a sense of dignity & wonder
fills my day;
a feeling of having been honored
with his incredible,
palpable presence,
that I still cling to –

and though time, for me,
is bound to fade
as the end of days draws closer in old age,
the thinness is eerie
with light,
chords
& wings:
a transparance where the heart beats