Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

150. THE STAND AT LARIMOOR:

But I wanted only to sing beneath blue skies and welcome in the Spring and watch the longer days grow to even more and smile with the new blossoms and fresh growth and birds and insects and everything of the land and air around me and the great glow of new light the resounding freshness of everything and the wide-open glory of the sky and air and watch the morning rise of the sun and the dwindling set of the previous night’s moon with the largesse of creation and the new expansion of bud and bloom and welcome people into the light and smile and laugh and stand alone at brook and river and smell the deep odor of all-that-is with no questions no doubts no answers and being alone share with all and being within all stand alone and reciprocate and grow and give back and praise and repay and give out all that I’ve ever taken in and that’s all I wanted as birds darted from the fence to the wires and some little dog ran around me yapping and old statues with still-dry winter fountains awaited heat and warmth and water and the old people sat in the sun and kids sang around the square and no one in anger struggled nor actually understood and really and then and ever that’s all I’d ever wanted and only wanted now.