Being on an island does not give one a chance to do anything but being under a bridge within the four confines of city walls has only to be thought of as the palm trees on the park bench under the stars are always under the celestial sky while waiting for the sun to rise while the sun has set on the suburban outer region of thought and one can't tell when that river going over the tallest building has actually stopped itself from falling onto that old castle village is it still possible to think that one is going to the carnival outside the city as the woods approach the pine trees and sand under the mountain can hear the river source pouring the tears upon the pebbles and it is all but within time and space within the end of time within the most friendly of times so be it.
Copyright 2006 Gerry Joe Weise
