Song

[Donal Philby <donalphilby@earthlink.net>]

Lugnuts,

All this discussion of experience and photography made me remember a
favorite Eskimo poem  from a book entitled:  In The Trail of the Wind:
American Indian poems and ritual orations edited by John Bierhorst.  
- --Donal


       Song

And I think over again
My small adventures
When with a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger.
My fears,
Those I thought so big, 
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only 
One great thing, 
The only thing:

To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.