“… All we wanted was peace and to be left alone…I was not allowed to remain quiet. I was tired of fighting. I have spoken.” — Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux, on his deathbed, 1877
For days now I’ve longed for quiet
in my brain, peace and serenity,
to look out my window to still waters
far from rapids racing over stone.
about those things that never happen,
and the ones where time is not yet right
Those are the hours to be savoured, to focus
on the glint of sun, the beauty in a single snowflake.
CAS Jan. 19, 2015