Tuesday, March 27, 2012

NO TIME LIKE TOMORROW


If we want to speak in truth without
foolish, wishful thinking, we should speak
about the eternal that is neither timelessness
nor endless time…There is not time after time, but
there is eternity above time.

-Paul Tillich: The Eternal Now

We live in time – it holds us and moulds us –
but I’ve never felt I understood it very well.

-Julian Barnes: The Sense of an Ending





In England in September my train speeds north.
Harvest’s home: evening smoke
from the stubble fires preserves the ploughman’s soul
unto eternal life. Hay carpet squares and rolls
of underfelt stand stacked
ready to be laid to damp
the tread of winter
on the soil.

But winter never comes, least not all dead.
Instead each winter moment secretly contains
a million hedgerow life events.
Spring ejaculates a billion
flinging, thrashing, rising, flailing
motile things with tails.
The long line of seasons can deceive:
“Time’s like the shining British Rails –
winter was King’s Cross,
spring’s Inverness, yes?”

No. For analogy
I much prefer the sea:
beyond the coast and intervening farms,
mobile moods at once and everywhere connected.
Fish-full summer current here is
knife-sharp iceberg there
under ebbing twilight when
high-tide bright elsewhere.

Hey, brown cow, brown bull, whose
deep appealing eyes smile as etched
images in my Intercity window!
Do you sense the movement in my soul,
the ocean’s swirl,
that while there’s no time like tomorrow,
eternity is now?

                                    19/9/86
                                  


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