of that passion that light within

and without     no need

of lamps in daylight writing year

after

year the poem

discovered

in the crystal

center of the rock       image

and image         the transparent

present tho we speak of the abyss

of the hungry we see their feet their tired

feet in the news and the mountain and valley

and sea as universal

storm the fathers said we are old

we are shrivelled

come

      To the shining of rails in the night

the shining way the way away from home

arrow in the air

hat-brim fluttered in wind as she ran

forward and it seemed to me so beautiful

the sun lit air it was no dream all’s wild

out there as we         unlikey

image of love found the way

away from home