IF WE MOVE TOWARDS ETERNITY


If we move towards eternity
eternity is not
here, in blazing finches' wings
in thistledown

If we move towards eternity
eternity is not within
each stone, each drifting seed
nor turn of tide and time, the seasons
turning ever on themselves

If we move towards eternity
eternity does not endow
the planet's poise, the slow majestic round
of sun and moon

If we move towards eternity
eternity is not within
each moment we are here, now
alone and not alone.

 

 

 

 

Near the Windmill, Winchelsea

 

 

Bone hard the earth this autumn

rattle
of the wind through blown
thistles


balm
for burning grass
but not the long-awaited cold
rain


clatter
of the wings
of dragonflies