ocean crossing
back to montreal
same journey as before
then it was some garden in england
now water everywhere
how much has changed
how much hasn’t
time’s remains
who’s remains
who remains
where it matters
little matter for change
things go through turnings
yet the same breeze
arrests you at the threshold
you are yourself
endings and beginnings
of paths converging
paths effacing
journeys to come
june 20, 1984
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