Comet Above The Yard

Up at the Maenllwyd -

funny how the days roll by.

I don't seem to be doing anything,

cleaning and writing and cooking

and sitting and walking

sleeping and waking.


Where does it all go?


The time so clear

nobody here

hours - hours

or merely minutes?

Today it is warm;

yesterday cold;

the wind changes,

clouds keep going -

in different directions.


Tonight a comet hangs over the yard

tail streaming in far off sunshine.

Down here, the moon throws dark shadows

and the windless sycamore stands against the stars.

An owl calls.

What was on its mind?

Out of the woodwork, curiously,

comes love.


Maenllwyd. March 1997