"From everlasting I was established, from the beginning, before the earth began." ~ Proverbs 8: 23 Of the one mountain where I buried the left muscle of my heart and the valley where I laid my cheek next to the sunflowers Of time that trickled without comment as we waited for the tides to rise Of the late referendums in spring when there was nothing to do but drink the sorrow of periwinkles Of belief and its complicity with doubt and the stillness in which silence delivers either a letter or a sentence