05 November 2007


440
In approximation,
The moment rounded with a scud
Of low concern and cloud--
The misfiled, the blotted
Sun running in monochrome seams,
A striated score to this arc of day.
.
A plainsong of air, of nothing
In silence, and surprise.

2 comments:

backpakker said...

nice thoughts ...makes you reflect on the stillness and the everdayness of life ..

mark said...

thanks b-p, as ever..