Friday the 2nd of April it all came to a stop. It was a fantastic send off, now it is Sunday, no more Camden, no more work. I've started to pack up the flat and it is all a bit overwhelming. This is what jumped out at me from the book shelf, a poem by Johnny Dolphin
And why should you respond?
Why should wind blow
Oh if the two ways were the same!
I could journey to that lati- longi-tude
Across dimensionless oceans
Knowing rain would come
But who or what predict a yes
Or yes appearing what further yesses
No, in these adventures
There're no grids, no proved or provable charts
Only hope, meditation, doubt,
Sustaining labor keeping shipshape,
And signals from receding shores.