Poems from the book

The poems mark successive stages in a growth cycle.They lose nothing due to their being abstracted from their setting. 21Always where lightning connectsbrawn with brainand the tower fallssmashing masses beneath itstruck griefless and dumbthere help will come.We need but that one distinct moment'sexertion of will towards ourselvesat no cost to this thing or that eye.Thereafter comes laughter.Lie in the grassof a summer's day seaside contentmentheavy on lips and in limbs;feel those intemperate breezesrich in justice on skin.Then when the sails appearwhite on your mind's tested horizonyou begin to count the days leftcheck baggage con future needsand wait the storm out with a smile. Oh that these dayshave so much within them that reeksof vile superstition! Not a sensationgoes by but we cause itmore shallow less fruitful.Barren stretches of wishingwe disown when the tenants our moodspay lip service in terms of rent.We shriek our defiance.All is not lost. *