“CARGO OF STRANGERS”

In that infinite ocean she saw for the first time the gentle arc of the planet. Behind her, a crowded world, drowned by history's repetitive chorus, dropped off the table-cloth of sea. Beneath her feet and the rusty sheets a small battered suitcase lay in the intimate company of the cargo of strangers. While ahead, beyond the eyelash of sea and sky, is a place to unpack, spread and plant the precious parcel of seeds gathered from the past.