Take Me Home (for Kathleen)

Take me home, while there is still time
and let me sit upon the shore.
Let the westerly gales dance with my hair,
redden my cheeks and let Atlantic spray salt my lips.

Take me from this chair; this conspicuous carriage
and seat me on the sand -
that I might play among the grains of life
and slow them, even slightly, on their tumbling journey.

When my sun has set, raise me to its fiery glow,
though I cling, as the molluscs to their rock,
let me go; for I am done and you have done
all that you could ...and more than you could know.