Max sends this poem, and comments . . .
I love the opening …. as we move, are carried, into the peak of the December, solstice time, 2012 incoming “tide”…
In the wake of the tidal surge that multiplied Sandy’s destruction….
“may you kiss the wind and then turn from it certain that it will love your back (echoes of the celtic prayer–may the road rise to meet you)
Blessing the Boats
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
— Lucille Clifton, from Quilting, 1991
