Thursday, July 16, 2009

"Among the Rushes"

by Colin Beattie

What is the use
In driving a stick into mud
Until all of it is in mud?

Derive nothing from this, ask
Nothing of me. I arrive with
No offerings.

My hand, here, behold it
Holding closed a hole in mud.
This is infinite grace.

Patience, please, what I say
Has come all the way through me,
The water is icy, unmoving.
Patience, if only in an act

I perform repeatedly, will
Drive this stick repeatedly
In mud, at odd times utter phrases.

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