Something Innate Revisited
Suddenly a moment's pause
remembered smoke upon the breeze,
enchantment, rising from its cause -
a hermit in a vale of trees ;
I wondered how my world would be
in keeping with his solar arc,
his caravanserai and poke
at one with the surrounding oak,
his song-birds, singing there 'til dark !
His spirit with its tether cut,
his body, like a make-shift hut :
I cannot live the way he did
my home is plotted on a grid !
(from the mysticseed series)
Copyright © Roy Austin | Year Posted 2008
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