He saw the flash in storm clouds,
measured the time to the sound,
the number of falling raindrops
on an area of ground.
He was very observant
and catalogued all he could,
numbered the trees around him,
but could not leave the wood.
He counted the waves breaking,
the stars in a patch of sky,
the weight of earth in a landslip,
but he never knew the why?
May 2001
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