Being In Time
Scotland, St. Andrews — cricket chirp of electric watch,
cry of waking gull. A far church sounds a sweet bell seven
times. Quiet. Now the near Presbyterian kirk’s seven, —
………………………….up, up,
………………………….up, up,
………………………….up, up, up,
………….. no going back
………….. cliff-face-climb in front
………….. beneath, the indifferent sea
….. Sitting backwards on a train — rain, low gray fog, Distant cathedral
resolving into stand of poplars. Smoke from a sudden stack disappears
into low cloud. Now stack gone along with hedgerows, houses, and
field, field, field of sheep — the where you have been unknowing,
always unrolling before your eyes.
by Nils Peterson
from 1001 Words
Thinking of Scheherazade
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