I am on ground without conviction
New territory
Yet a calm place
Even with the aroma of creosote
These are big old trees
Which the warm breeze
Rustles through, as if waves
On the almost settled ocean
There is generosity to be had here
Says he, with the mistral
Moving into his left shoulder
It is ok to feel for you
Right from the very start
Right to the final departure
Also here right now
However many years on
To be alive is the greatest gift
For a while we walked there
I was not easy to live with
Though neither were you
But from this timely distance
This new, occupation of being
I will offer you back the dance steps
I will pass the baton on
