Confess it would be neat,
But two elevens short,
Perhaps more comely dates,
Will bring a warm report.

"Sit here and remember Ken",
I would if I but knew him,
I would if he'd made ripples in my life,
With more than such a noted bench.
But Ken, I hope you are a brother,
I'd love to share a smile with you,
The blissful days of small beginnings,
The visits and revisiting...

Once again I set out to carve,
A place upon the face of information,
Falling with a vigour as if to starve,
The mind of gaps amidst the murmuration,

To find a dusty cleft to call a far off home,
To set a window looking to the waterfall,
Call out to weary travellers now to roam,
From storefronts to my garden wall,

The rock is thick. I too see why,
So few have ventured carving out a place,
This side of all the petty information lusting for our time.

Feeling like an alien,
Eyes not wide just sleepy,
Walking in a foreign land,
Culture shock and I'm reeling,
I'm calmed again,
Still waters at my feet,
Heart pastured in his peace.