Strange, then, these simple words,
that appear within the mind,
come dancing into focus,
some disappear again – no sign!
But others linger longer:
some choose to stay, held fast,
some choose to stay the distance,
and remain unto the last.
Strange, then, these simple words,
that appear within the mind,
come dancing into focus,
some disappear again – no sign!
But others linger longer:
some choose to stay, held fast,
some choose to stay the distance,
and remain unto the last.
Poems like fishes all come swimming past –
so many, innumerable, all going so fast:
I’d like to try catch-one but shoaling they fin
into a whirling ball, silver, all wild in a spin!
In a blur they wheel past me and gone in a flash –
in the silent, still water – not even a splash,
but in the comforting clarity, enveloping fold,
of the crystal clear water its not even cold.
So floating I drift with the tides and the lace
of intricate seaweeds, across oceans I chase:
below fantastical chandeliers, by the sun lit –
the tentacled colonies of jelly fish – I flit.
In the depths a rare shadow: of hope a faint glimmer
in the distance before me – spy a brilliant shimmer!
One day shall I catch one, one day to be sure
will I land my fine catch upon a far golden shore.