Steam rises from the water On a cold winter day. The past is past, But always in the present. This moment contains: My grandfather mining for coal, My father in the War, My son’s life, My son’s death, The birth of Jesus. And yet I am just breathing And sitting here. This moment contains the future From now on Determining its way. And yet I am just breathing And walking here. As I breathe The steam, Once the snow, Once the ocean, Rises, now on its way On a cold winter day.