beauty's (loves) surrender
and old towers

Here I stand on an upturned prow
waters lapping, an approaching swell
and as though I had something of my own to say,
at times like an idiot, would have run right at it
and at times like a fool, would have run away
But I'm going to sit enveloped
Feet secured exhilarated ...Faith
this graceful, grateful,
majestic day.