what matters most to me

The fading gold of dusk
reflecting on the restless sea
comes washing over the shore
blurring thought and memory

the city comes alive
an electric galaxy
it seems so familiar
yet so foreign to me

the hum of a million roars
the smoke of the street
the genocide of concrete
so invasive yet discrete

and I seem to recall
getting lost in it all

the noise
the joys
of an ocean
of possibilities...

yet blowing in the wind
is what matters most to me.


Jeremy Sean Williams

(written at Jericho beach, Vancouver, Sept.28, 2008)