Warm sun after weeks of rain
And I am free to lie on my coat in the long grass
While, around, a world continues
Needless of my help.
 

So many mistakes, lessons,
Yet I almost am as I was before
Ready to stab forth into darkness
Hoping to slay whatever lurked
Just beyond
A boundary of comprehension:
Shadows, fleeting, glimpsed.

Whose the son, whose the daughter
Injured, maimed, suffering: killed?
But I - we - had to strive
Since we believed in such striving
Needing as we did to know:
It was only assumption, artfully, lovingly, moulded
To assume the artful appearance
Of fact:

So much suffering, so little
Learnt.
 

There: trees, grass, seeds, growing
Needless of my help
While, two miles down, a drying road
Conveys constricting cars
Joining so many illusions so crassly moulded
To thrawning spawns:
Just who drives,  who, the driven?
For there are others ready, waiting, eager,
To stab again the dark:
 

There, above the sky,
Where stars brighten our darkness
Beings wait
Watching
As we slowly stumble
From infancy to youth.