I was desert weary....
dry but drowning.
One grain
Amongst one million score
of millions
set to slip
Through the pinched glass waist
of a chimeless hour
With just the pendulum's steady chant
as it swiftly swung
Beyond my favour;
there is no fineness in that one fixed hour,
But I saw an oasis
reflected in the sun cracked glass
Of my horizon,
and I'll not be sifted, nor restrained
By simple measure.
My passion will see me drink
Once more at life's effervescent fountain
and grin wide
At my gluttonous lapping pleasure.
