Back then, I wanted
to build a house on the shores of Sanibel
where shell-seekers make their paradise,
latticed in the golden sun.
There I wanted to live
and write mysteries of the sea,
of driftwood, and love,
and record images
of bonded hearts and souls.
But my life was being prepared
in another world,
and wonderfully so.
Still, on certain days,
I go back to the shores of Sanibel
where breezes and golden sunsets
welcome me home.