It is time to write in praise of the episode apart.
Picking blackberries lost in nothing but 
blackberry bushes.
Let nothing force a wedge into the episode I praise, 
the fragment complete in itself.
Time and place unknown,
one back from hellish war
covets the empty sky.
Ten feet from shore, once upon a time,
fore and aft the waves rose up,
and the depression I was in was all there was.
No beach huts there were of a sudden
nor ships out at anchor for those 
inordinately acute seconds.