A Finding

A FINDING A sudden moon Splashes gold On evening clouds And brightly dusts obscurity Revealing within Things people and places Too profoundly hidden To be forgotten Call it findings Those sticky stuffs of soul Have lay alive and twitching Through wandering years Vividly clear happenings Of childhood Or (now musing) perhaps Even another life Such nocturnal painting Challenges all meaning And replaces Current existence Like The crisp night Lights up! – A boy and his dog On the green Walking toward their home In the village On a most magnificent Autumn day Dave Austin