….And you come now above the river at its pause.
The precipice allows great sweep of space and time
And you have seen across and back the passing years
Reflected in the water and your mind.
I have been in your place and seen what you have seen;
The water still and hesitating in the moment in between
The coming and the going of the eternal tide.
It will start again. Do not think it will always be so still
Evoking sweet reveries from your aspect on the hill.
Until at last, so the learned say
Hill and water and fallen leaves
And you and I and memories;
And even light itself will pass away.
What a poet’s eye may see and a poet’s soul may wish
To capture and remember as a meeting
Of all in an instant fine and polished as the Incarnation
Simple science numbers and predicts
The geometry of death from it
In powers of ten