10.06.2007, 14:07
As it Looked Then
In a sick shade of spruce, moss-webbes, rock-fed,
Where, long unfollowed by sagacious man,
A scrub that once had been a pathway ran
Blindly from nowhere and to nowhere led,
One might as well have been among the dead
As half way there alive; so I began
Like a malingering pioneer to plan
A vain return – with one last look ahead.
And it was then that like a spoken word
Where there was none to speake, insensibly
A flash of blue that might have been a bird
Grew soon to the calm wonder of the sea –
Calm as a quiet sky that looked to be
Arching a world where nothing had occured.
In a sick shade of spruce, moss-webbes, rock-fed,
Where, long unfollowed by sagacious man,
A scrub that once had been a pathway ran
Blindly from nowhere and to nowhere led,
One might as well have been among the dead
As half way there alive; so I began
Like a malingering pioneer to plan
A vain return – with one last look ahead.
And it was then that like a spoken word
Where there was none to speake, insensibly
A flash of blue that might have been a bird
Grew soon to the calm wonder of the sea –
Calm as a quiet sky that looked to be
Arching a world where nothing had occured.