Elegy For a Lesser God
There is a faint noise
In the middle of a field
Beyond the sea line
Above the clashing rocks
No Scylla or Charybdis
Just nature clapping hard
For another beautiful wave
A faint noise in the castle
And a flickering of candle’s light
Draws doves from their resting place
Near the world’s sphere
The world’s globe
The navel of the universe
As seen by the writer
Before he moves away
From the candle and the sea
What is in the mind
What brings the doves circling
Overhead for a taste
Of bread and dreams?…