Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:
There is no point running backwards
retracing stolen footprints
in anticlockwise course
time cant reverse force
COME away, come away from the straightness of the road;
I will lead you into delicate recesses
Where peals of ripples ring through the maidenhair’s abode
In the heart of little water wildernesses.
We advise because you are going out,
You are going out of track from duty,
Responsibility you should understand,
Importance of time you should feel.
Lying in a trance on a rocking chair,
In the living room of my quiet home,
The buzzing sound of a fretful bee,
Woke me up from my pleasant reverie.
I sat upon that hilly track
A pen an' paper on my hand
A poem on my lips an' heart
There was a tracker in the force
Of wondrous sight (the story ran):—
He never failed to track a horse,
He never failed to find his man.
On different track
Wednesday,15th May 2019
Friends are always welcome
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,
And the shouts of the desert-wind break,