Sunday, October 3, 2010

QUOTIDIAN


Dawn
Dissolves
Into dew
Resolves
Into day
But soon
The noon
Is gone
Burnt down
To a husk
Of dusk
Tonight
Tomorrow
Creeps
In
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Round
And around
Circle the crows
And the shadows
Over the wheat field
And who knows
Where the time goes
Only that it does
Somehow because
Time knows
That it must
Return to dust


(1998)


We’d been to the funeral of my Aunt Laura and it started me thinking about how the uncertainties of life and death all take place within the predictable mystery of time.

‘Wheat Field with Crows’ was apparently Van Gogh’s last painting and, even before I knew that, I’d found it a profoundly haunting image.

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