Light is energy.
It has no identity
Until it runs life.
After which it
Continues amid
Stars, defined
By its speed,
Pausing only in
Gardens --yours,
Ours or some
Planet-- where
There is need.
In this slow
Combustion of all
Life, light is
Everyone fueling
A single seed.
This lovely poem's image brought me back to the first time I visited England, summer of 1967, when farthings were no long in use but someone gave me one because I wondered what had become of them. So I looked up the title of your poem just for fun and found out that a penny-farthing describes a type of bicycle with a large front wheel and a much smaller rear wheel, thus the lovely image by Norma!
ReplyDeleteThanks Will. I've always liked the term, penny-farthing. Careful to include the "h"!
ReplyDeleteAnd how far a single seed may go.
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