LIGHT

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Light, let us

move close down under you, all of your wing

wildernesses gentle us, shape our rending of spring.

Ring for us. Sing for us. Over or under the daffodiled

earth bluebelled by shine, line after line after line,

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the light in the sun could be yours, or mine, so

sing for us! Ring for us!

Why heavy us, shoulder, hunchback and buckle

us? Ring!

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By harbour, on wave, in rivulet-crannies,

ring! So we, at last, can sing-ring, though nothing goes well for us,

give of our best to every single, simple thing!