Given that we're
happy to be here,
Remember what we're gaining and we're
Admittedly, the moment is confusing,
Demanding sad farewells and well-earned cheer.
Underneath the moment is the motion,
A silent passage out to open sea,
Taking place regardless what may be
In front of us, this ritual commotion.
Of what we are, but little will remain,
Nor will we ever come this way
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon