This cascade poem is inspired by the photograph taken from the train just before La Réole on the Garonne.
How long will clouds drift over in glory
The river, placid in afternoon light,
When the world has turned into darkest night?
Reach up to the burnished blue of the sky,
Touch the wind for its breath will soon sharpen,
How long will clouds drift over in glory?
Here in this moment of peace and still beauty
Is where I would live, where golden light falls,
The river placid in afternoon light.
All things will end, as geese leave the northlands,
Leave, so will we, but the dream will remain,
When the world has turned into darkest night.