Carving, relentlessly carving; the days sculpting,
long past physical peak, my most essential self
from the imposed, simulated, protocol-conscious
construct of employment years. Shaping the truer me,
daily experiences building my Alexandrian Library,
shelf after shelf filling as I would have them filled
so Goya, Hopper, Bacon, Bach, Pink Floyd and Myles
flow by my stones into my torrent; Du Fu, Kavanagh,
Whitman harmonious with Donegal’s shoreline and skies
and I may finally settle to my own frequency of life,
resonating with my own pleasures and designs.
