Coracle on the Little Shenango River, 19 May 2019.
It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
I project myself, also I return—I am with you, and know how it is.
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d,
— Walt Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”, Leaves of Grass, 2nd edition, 1856