To William Ricketts, Sculptor
Between the trees
a waterfall
of
light,
a stillness
bright with bubbling springs
and birdsong.
Here you stumbled
on
that
strange intensity
by which
the tongue-tied earth
is made articulate.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
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