This poem was written after a walk one night through a Park close to Fairhaven College in Bellingham, Washington. I hadn't been back there for twenty-seven years. I started thinking about my youth and how I would just sit sometimes in the woods or along the ocean and wait for something to happen something that would explain to me how to better understand why things are the way they are. After the walk, I went to the college grounds where I had attended school and this poem came to me. It was like I was listening to myself from a different time trying to share something with myself. And the words just came to me; in fact I had to go inside one of the campus buildings to get something to write with. I haven't altered a word in the poem from that evening which for me is something quiet different. As it usually takes me at least two or three drafts, most the time, before I, myself, can ever figure out what I am trying to say.