a cosmic watch

The wind gave life

To spots of dark and light-
brushed voices in the trees.

As the motion of distant stars

Turned the face of night

into a cosmic watch.

So little did time matter

and yet it was all, 

for in the sight of a petty man,

a speck within a mote;  

the bend of the world

bore a pregnant dawn.

Yet he too swims

in the eternal sea, 

flung on a vast tide beyond sight

imaginings and memory.

It was the wind

that made silence stir

and the lift of spirit

brought a prayer across

his ever expectant lips

waiting , waiting for fire 

and a blessing.