SPRING MORNING- SEASIDE TOWN
Sometimes being in another place to which you are not
accustomed can make you aware of the deeper level behind the
everyday. For instance, the way in which every dawn is like an echo
of dawn as an archetype. It was such a feeling that was the cause of
this poem, although at the time I had only time to sketch a few lines
and make a few notes and the rest was completed later over a few
revisions and retries. I am no longer sure what town it was, it may
have been Coffs Harbour- I was touring some primary schools with a
small poetry show.
Coffs Harbour Sunrise- Ken Sedgmen
SPRING MORNING- SEASIDE TOWN
Spring
morning is uplifting
light
on a seaside town.
Through
gaps in clouds' grey-drifting,
the
eastward shine whites down:
The
day's bright worth;
sight
birth of earth.
Now
through the motel window pane,
where
dust is dappled by past rain,
I
see the varied greens of trees-
the
eucalypts, the camphor laurels, pines,
and
palms that squeeze, with fountain leaves,
between
the grey roofs, neat in lines.
Yet
most I notice now, in new light's day,
that
peewees, magpies, and white gulls
far-fly
through
wide, vast stretches of grey sky.
And
most of all I hear,
above
the highway droning there,
small
pipe tones of the secret finches near
and
further deeper notes
of
larger citizens of air.
Yet
somewhere, deep in mind, I find
the
feeling of another hearing-
the
ringing silence of the heart,
the
hidden sound of passing night:
the
chorus of
the
angels of the light.
Although
the matters of the day
in
moments must take me away,
within
my heart. like listened form,
I
hear the echo of the dawn-
first
word of light once first unfurled
at
that first morning of the world.
Beautiful
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