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Meeting the soft waters,<br />
The mossy gr<strong>an</strong>ite of the isl<strong>an</strong>d<br />
Stretches straight up<br />
And then flattens slowly;<br />
Four stories above the rock<br />
I sit alone on the old cottage roof<br />
And stare out into the<br />
Warm evening air.<br />
I am saddened to think<br />
That the Artist's brush<br />
Has now inexorably painted<br />
The last new stroke of flame <strong>an</strong>d heat;<br />
Saddened that this vast stretch of c<strong>an</strong>vas now<br />
Slowly ab<strong>an</strong>dons the last intent of evening<br />
To a sullen summer dusk.<br />
And yet,<br />
As each bright hue dies,<br />
I feel other things<br />
To be tr<strong>an</strong>sient as well.<br />
Here, on this old roof,<br />
My resentment <strong>an</strong>d cynicism for life<br />
Empty out into the still night air;<br />
All that is <strong>an</strong>ger, envy, hatred,<br />
Is made clear to me<br />
Bya sudden conviction<br />
Of thought <strong>an</strong>d feeling;<br />
Water, rock, sky, mind-<br />
Resonate in this moment...<strong>an</strong>d<br />
I know now that it c<strong>an</strong> never be time,<br />
Nor dist<strong>an</strong>ce,<br />
That ultimately severs the self from hum<strong>an</strong>ity<br />
I am made separate<br />
In that my experience of beauty<br />
C<strong>an</strong> never be fully known by <strong>an</strong>other...<br />
All at once<br />
My aloneness of mind <strong>an</strong>d heart is broken;<br />
Beneath me I suddenly hear the others<br />
lighting the lamps, <strong>an</strong>d it is str<strong>an</strong>ge<br />
To listen to them talk on cheerfully<br />
As if nothing has ch<strong>an</strong>ged<br />
But day into night...<br />
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