I rise, I shower, I dress
I am ready for Vigils
Ready to hear
The prayer, the song, the chant
In effect to be in the here and the now
Yet also to retreat, to escape
Into the land of beauty
Into the world I do not know
I will leave today
But hope to return in springtime
Yes, to see the gardens, and the river
As they return out of winter
Brief as my stay has been
I have found peace
I have wandered freely
I have been at one
I will take that with me
To recreate, in my own backyard
But, I am also certain, that whatever I take away
Will in no way deplete the stocks
