No black and white photograph
Just two of earth’s own.
Score pacts through red clay
Fingertip wavy ink trails
Gathering the prey.
Blood’s sudden distance
In the need for possession
Your disgust haunts me.
Leaves an absence of colour
Still unfastened day.
Fish, bird, skin held taut
Language, tribe, vast stretch of land
Between you and I.
As if by chance a wish appears,
The dance of promise and relief
For those who pay their way and wait
In solitude for years, and brief
It floats from fingers tightly sewn
And swift with absent thought is blown.
Because I could not stop to think
Thought kindly took me in
And taught me how to Contemplate
Inside the chattering din.
We found a little Quiet Place
Underneath a Tree
And there all things passed us by
For Centuries I stayed with Him
But seemed like just a Day
We watched the planets come and go
Through the Milky Way
We heard the children laugh and play
Cicadas sang their song
The summers danced round winter grief
I felt the whole Earth’s throng.
I touched the ground with fingertip
I scarcely felt the urge
And Earth responded suddenly
With awful thundering surge
Awakened all my mind to naught
Thought looked on in terror
Spirits hid in foliage
And trembled at my error.
But much to Our relief
From out of shattering Blindness
The Clouds transformed to Rain
And soaked us in their Kindness.