Showing posts with label Colin Beattie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colin Beattie. Show all posts

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.