In Search Of A Nascent Dream Poem by Mike Tonkin

I think I shall
No longer walk among limpid pools,
In and out of caves,
Wandering along the shore
In search of a nascent dream.

I think I shall
No longer sit among trees
Green leafed and heavy with blossom
Breathing in their scent and their strength
Boughs like encircling arms protecting me

I think I shall
No longer run on the high moors
And see the distant tors
Shimmering in the sunlight
And know they are my heritage.

I think I shall
No longer lie in the fields
That I love, in the long grass
Where I have loved
The women in my life.

I think I shall
No longer drive in my town
And see those who have down
The years been my friends
Going about their lives

I think I shall
No longer swim in the river
And feel that time has fractured
And see all the people
Who have lived here
Down through the ages
Smiling at me

I will instead
Sit in the sun
And dream.