Ode to Uncle Walt
-Oh me, oh life Of the possibilities and strands which still exist the many variant paths still to be met the footfalls and quivers which do not rest the mind and imagination frenetically creating fantastical forms in flux movements and sequences still shaping Oh me, oh life Take breath, take heart each new moment a new start each new day brings its rain each mildew crested sunrise washing what has been away breathe deep, be whole stand still, then go Oh me, oh life The powerful play goes on and you, may yet, contribute a verse…