Pond Song 4.1
To be finite is to be good, not to be defective, even though the finite needs what is beyond itself, and points beyond itself to what it lacks. G&B 59
gull’s broken cry __ sun moves in cloud
mudflats glitter__the tide goes out
lack brings me here__in the overflow
ice cracks underfoot__ex nihilo
much is given__beyond metaphor
the light changes__dabbling ducks mutter
One thought on “gull’s broken cry”
Once again a mellow, contemplative Pond Song.
I like the photo of the pond. I find I don’t see it on my iPhone but it is there when I view your website on the laptop, Tom.