Sunday, 29 January 2012

THE SHINING HOURS

How many shining hours
have we drifted here
with no more aim than flotsam
while all around us river creatures pulse
and quiver to meet their needs inherent:
feeding, fighting, mating,
procreating?

Is this to be most human,
so to be idle,
least like a beast,
not to be busy,
thus to lie  low
and let sun, wind and tide
deal gently with us

but not to forget,
how we are favoured
who are free to think and float
over calm waters,
while around and about,
the storms are brewing
and the birds and the beasts are still hungry?

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