A quiet at St Marks

(4 July 09 – Independence Day)

Nikolai presses the pause button
while the world moves on
the drone of a plane high above

the wind wrestles the trees
everyone taking time
the crunch of gravel underfoot

solitary figures seek communion
for a settling of the soul
while a lost name-tag dances the grass

the chill air disturbs
any attempted after lunch sleep
but warmth in the cut short sun

someone’s dropped programme
flaps across open ground
words whisked away by wind

the Carillon chimes the closing hour
a fat black crow waddles and laughs
unruffled by the occasion

now to press the restart
to place back Christ
in the context of the world

© Richard Scutter 4 July 2009


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