8. IN A WAY OF SAYING IT ALL TOGETHER

IN A WAY OF SAYING IT ALL TOGETHER

There's a summer sky somewhere just rolling away -

water to boil, ice cubes on the grill, or something

very immaterial like that. The big white clouds,

having now learned to assert themselves, are

bundled at the horizon just waiting to bring in

the very next storm.

Some silly farmers are gathering their sheaves,

some planted housewife is bending over, somewhere

else, feeding her chickens and ducks. Ah! All

this useless movement - for something, for nothing,

for everything, for none.

A long time ago I washed my own hands of all these matters.

Now, I seek nothing, buried as I am as a planted seed in

a fertile ground but - taking a stance at last - still refusing to grow.

As someone once said - 'it little matters what we do now,

what counted is what we did then.'