'For what we see is never purely seen,
Not final with its final radiance,
As if we were but animals a-gaze
In a gray field, and grayness all around,
A universe contained by walls of stone,
An ultimate of air, a final scene . . .
A sea-wind pausing in a summer tree,
A bird serene upon a nest of light . . .
And shall we leap the trees as light as birds?
I leap to the wind.
A stretching time, a crossing time,
Taller than the longest sun-shaft . . . "
from A Nest of Light by Theodore Roethke
And now, sleep.
Tomorrow I will wake late, 'leap to the wind' and walk this beach.