The brochure talks of camaraderie
International camaraderie at that
Though for myself
I was overcome by the fear of nostalgia
Along with a reminder of my fear of heights
For I have walked that path
Between the two carvings of Sark Island
Along the narrow causeway
Then down the steep steps
To the beach hundreds of feet below
Now I sit here; for a while, no words
Just need time to recover
And read only into the present moments
No worries, I feel ok now
The past is often an unknown place
