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Idyll Hour

As I was unemployed
and paralyzed in piety,
I mused away the afternoon.
What profit in a reverie!
For laying claim to every chance,
a miracle of Happenstance
arranged me by a tranquil pool...

(Oh, I believed, for having lived
an age beneath the Breadfruit Tree,
in gen'rous gusts of gravity
which favor most the man who'd sleep
but for the noise of falling things.),

Where, lazy as the hand of God,
a vagrant wind I couldn't see
made waves. Then, imperceptibly...

(What open eyes were blind,
to make a world of sighted men
a closed and sightless mind.),

There came a change upon the scene...

(A weird reversal of the flows
which ever join the Here-It-Is
to what the Maker's will had been),

And we who had but gazed till then
in our enraptured state,
beheld ourselves in Nature's ken,
the makers of our fate.



18 August, 2002