back in the firebox
calliope notes riding the breeze
these mental mooring lines
unknotthe boilers sings its fire song
the paddlewheel rolling us upriver
against the current
towards Towhead Island
to turnaround and return
[from Field Notes]
They will call this
Someday They will call this age of America
the Age of The Partisans
Hang on, it’ll be alright
One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]