You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace
The mountains and hills will burst into song before you
And all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12

A strange land lies ahead
And when I arrive, a voyeur
With second sight, I will see
What I have wished for.

Suitcases out of storage
Are packed with bright clothing.
Whatever I bring will be
What I need when I get there.

I have detained myself
Half a hundred years.
Now is the time to go,
Such joyful wonders await me.

A strange land lies ahead
And when I arrive, I will see
Warm red Herefords graze
Near the wheels of wrecked trucks.
The wind will sing to the hayfields
While hawks swirl in exultation.

August, l996