a work of fine, seamless edges
comes from the hands
the tips
the strands of delicacy
wait and weight and wake
round the world
we greeks row and learn from
what we see and experience
when time ticks too on
we look far to the clock
an off sort of look with
a book filled with words
in hand and
wonder what we'll learn from it
talent, it seems to say
is not a learned trait
yet as we walk on towards
a more distant and brighter sun
time shines back at us and gives
and gives and gives
greater sustenance
succulence
and an eye that seems to glimmer now
wiser than it did
ever show us before