You try to frame your beginnings and journey

Demolishing and picking up the ruins

Planting roots, building a ladder with vision of a summit,

A tapestry of new colors and threads

Then you see a swan rising from the waters

The white wings spreading wide as if without effort

The awe encompasses all you have learned

Simple, precise and complete

Forever transforming your soul.

Just imagine

A place where one can tell time
In towers and double doors,
Elevated curbs and sidewalk sales
To celebrate birthdays with bouillabaisse,
Seafood risotto with lobster saffron broth
A place to be.

Thunder, lightning, and rain
Can come unexpectedly during summer
Clearing dust and malaise,
Bringing deer,swans,sunsets
Colors, vivid and abundant
A place to be.