The didjeridu rumbles under my fingertips
A rumble which extends down into my chest
Thrums under my sternum
My body, electric, vibrates with the energy of life
Aum, it says
Aum, it says
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there
No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going