"I turned the earth with my spade
and smelled the promise of fruit as yet unborne;
but the new harvest bore the uncertain marks of blight and blessing alike
and some fell to the ground over-ripe with summer's passion.
The ambiguity inherent in the seed must manifest itself in like fashion. "

A dream fulfilled,
a dream dwarfed
a moment in the high-altitude sunshine
when reality and fantasy finally embrace,
and when I don´t know if there is a higher peak.
I drink in the tranquility
and move on.