The pen lays long and still now,
The window light falls dark
And finished lines sit all in place,
So beauty and smudge create one mark.
For the world eternal will only have
To hold and wash their eyes,
While the body falls silent
The great voice never dies.
Ideas like unchained current
Moved through an uncharted sea.
But wait, time’s passage narrows
For now ’tis time to rest beneath the tree.
Thank you Les Murray
Grant Fenton – 29 April 2019