The Thinking Poet

 

Thought on Things

Looking at a thunder-head

Boiling up to heaven

Like a vast cauliflower

For some sky-giant to devour,

I think upon the thingness of things.

 

A blackberry leaf

Caught by finger-pointing light

Reveals a field of silver hairs

That causes me to stare

And fix upon the fashioning of things.

 

Stick-bean blossom, rowan berries,

Golden-bellied carp,

All have the art of stealing from the sun

A little of its life-blood when it's done.

I marvel at the mingling of things.

 

An infant's face, absorbed,

Caught unawares,

Declares in every perfect line

An image that's divine.

My joy is in the loveliness of things.

 

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 10.8.96

       R.R.Cretchley