The Call And The Answer

My thoughts today have gone astray;

Not here on desk or book are they,

But out where speckled beauties play.

Beyond the town, midst valleys brown,

Below the cascade’s gleaming crown,

Where rivulets come crashing down.

Beyond the wall of tower and hall,

The nature trumpets call and call –

The summons of the waterfall.

Above the roar of street and store,

Above the daily grind and chore,

It calls and calls as ne’er before.

And in my dream a shining stream,

Through purple haze a silver seam,

Sends forth a faint, translucent gleam.

My thoughts, I say, have gone astray,

And written page or grind today

I thrust behind me come what may.

Old desk good bye! my soul must fly

Down to the markets, handy by,

Where heaps of speckled beauties lie.

March 17, ‘09