Will Opal find me at that point where I have not been
Where I stand in the infinite horizon that encircles me
Meeting the sky and the water with a thin, faint, blue line
Surrounding and drowning I do not look back on life
But am carried forward against my will and wish to be there
Left behind long ago by all that is love and beauty
I am only left with one question to ask,
Where? Where is she, Opal?
Lorene Connolly