For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Monday, 20 August 2007

dawning

after long night of wind & rain
lulling the tent, there is silence at dawn
then birdsong & faint roar of faraway streams

woodpecker tapping frenzied telex
chaffinch's trickle-down song
the cushat's burr-burr burr
& great tit's insistent bi-syll ab-ic

all bursting with communication
but i know not what they are saying

my heart is beating
against the ground
night thoughts

stilled

my heart is beating
hard against the ground
but i know not what it is saying

my body is warm
on the cold ground

put aside the arcane things of the night
the fox's bark, the owl's shriek
the dark thoughts of the night

for it is dawn & there is
the heartmelting cry of lambs
& my heart is beating so hard
as if i am really living at last

1 comment:

cbb said...

SW, this made tears come to my eyes. Now THAT'S a sign of powerful poetry. I really like the interweaving of natural and subjective observation, as if you give equal weight to what is within and without.

I hope you're writing lots more, and that you will continue to share with us.