Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Bluegrass Buddha


Deep thinking, especially perhaps when it takes a wishful or wistful turn, may well take us to the strangest places...


Pensive, cross-legged
on the sandbanks of time
wishing the tide away...
watching the flotsam and jetsam
of long, happy hours
swoop and dive like gulls
chasing crumbs thrown
by this child, those watchers,
from a sandcastle’s tower
on a blue glass sea of dreams...
Oh, happiness, reminding
like specks in a kaleidoscope
even as it turns, like earth
around the sun, of days gone
forever, never to return...
Good, bad, halcyon days
chasing after crumbs
thrown by this child-watcher
from a castle of half lies
on a bluegrass sea of dreams,
listening to The Man play and, oh,
but wishing the tide away...

[From: A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005

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