And I think over again
My small adventures
When with a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And I thought I was in danger.
My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.
And yet, there is only
One great thing.
The only thing:
To live to see huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.

[Photograph:  John Milton: Last Lake, Sheenjek Valley]