Transition

Light trickes down the shadow
Of the cross, tickling the ducks below.
Do not fear, I am with you as you go;
I am going ahead, will you follow?


Of all the things you leave behind--
(Please stay awhile, stay awhile, stay)
The child, the laughter, the single mind.
(Awhile. Return for me some distant day.)


Vignettes of my childhood years.

(Am I a mole, a vole? Light sears
Through the aperture of time, blinding again.
I am too old for the colour.)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder's eyes are open.


Every dream of greatness, every hand
Offered in a bid to survive;
A diamond in the desert, a sapphire in the sand,
A jewel in the junk of life.


(Completed over dinner at about 11.45 p.m., 14 December 2008.)