"Dark Paintings on the Water."
"The point of retreat is to leave
behind the clamor of the world, to stoop long enough to hail
an insect, and to taste God.
Every day the forecast calls for night and morning low clouds,
continuing into an orange and violet dusk.
There, the major high tide blesses the inhabitants
of every home with a gold crescent,
they and their neighbors call the moon."
You have been a lovely audience.
I thank you.
[APPLAUSE]