Divination Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's demanding, even now in hindsight.
It's hard to see a connecting light
when it's apparent all around is night.
so who can foretell some hidden knowledge?
When enlightenment comes only to those
on a skiff afloat, on thoughts, past tense.
After a long interlude of inner voyage
who amongst us; can still be inspired
by that enigma of understanding, that
day follows night and dawn, follows sunset.
Divination...
sure is difficult, even now, in hindsight.