Thoughts on Reaching

Thoughts on Reaching

We walked along a channel to a sallow bay,
Gathering time mechanical had stamped its day.
Children there wallowed along vast empty fields;
Animals, jaundiced, driveled portentous peals.
Haughty man blights the mundane and the calm;
Lilies and poppies bloom a temporary balm.
The compass is locked, a bearing to the fore;
Intrinsic unknown, a distant void’s shore.
Grey swirls, a vacuum, a meandering flow,
The greater sense ‘tis better not to know.
Chaotic in nature, flushing the pastoral,
A faculty seeps with a mind’s endless toil.
Who sets the bounds, names the picturesque;
Veiled, tinctures the palette, obscure, indirect.

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