I am

Yes. Yes, there is a darkness, a darkness which remains after I open my eyes. Yes. Yes, there is a world out there. I feel it out my window. I see a fence. It is tall and extends on both sides out of my view. But in front of the fence I see the flowers I planted; I see the grass, freshly cut and neatly trimmed; and my small apple tree. It had its first small apples last summer. They will be bigger this year. And beyond the fence there is but I see a sky above, and I know that I am not the only man with a sky.

January 1971