In the end, we withdrew from the city
for an end to the constant commotion,
window-size skies, absence of seasons;
and have found a place near the ocean
which doubles the skies, where seasons
come on the winds, wild flowers mark
time by the roadsides and sunsets travel
in their southwest northwest arc along
the rim of our world.
We retreated from the relentless traffic
of development to the slow roll of years,
from the thrash of city-life to the quiet
resonance of internal and external nature.
