For Shusli

We knock on the doors of our past
present them a now
that guides us into our future

In some places
we remember who we are
not caught up in the wheels
of the machine

Our spirits are carried on
wings wind and waves
and we are called home
to where we call home

How much do we remember
How much more do we forget

And the wind crashes waves of beauty
into the jetty to splash
new energy into our lives
into our day

We are alive here and now
the day is ours
the world is ours