Pencil notations


Sculpted by the Gods

Painted by the Masters

A blue sky

An ocean

A field of the greenest hue

With the rarest of flowers

Kissed ever so gently

By the warmest of suns

And to navigate that sea

And to wander that meadow

Charting a course

Of exploration

Lasting many years

To record the changes of circumstance

In charts and diagrams

And carefully worded

Thoughtful explanations

Feeling kinship with

Feeling connected to



Time and time again

Through the revealing light

Of my pencil notations