Solvitur natando
Tomorrow will have an island. Before night I always find it. Then on to the next island. These places hidden in the day separate and come forward if you beckon. But you have to know they are there before they exist. … So to you, Friend, I confide my secret: to be a discoverer you hold close whatever you find, and after a while you decide what it is. Then, secure in where you have been, you turn to the open sea and let go. William Stafford In a paddock by the road, a brown falcon, shoulders hunched and wings outspread over a pademelon carcass, glares a