As if a feeling, come from nought,
Suspended time in fascinated concentration,
So that all the world therein became
Of that necessity its own reward – 

I lifted to mind a piece
Of bright blue air and then another.
Then clouds in fluffy substance floated by.
Below I felt a lake of azure waited.

I cried, Here, here I am – the only place I’ll ever be . . . 
Whether it made a common sense or found a world,
Years flood their gate, the company dispersed.
This person still is me.