Out early one morning
Along my farming way,
The air crisp,
Twilight
Just beginning,
I chanced upon
Two owls,
Coming home
To roost
For the day,
Gently calling
Each other,
Two dark sliding shadows,
Gliding to rest
In a thick – leaved
Gum tree.
I stopped
And pondered
This other world,
Filled with keen senses
And lightness,
While I had lain
In darkness
Soundly sleeping.
I stopped
And wondered,
What worlds
Of light and brightness
Lie unnoticed,
In dark places.
Tim Barritt. Circa 1988.
Earth Angel 181