Sunday, September 21, 2014

Of time and mind

If you can’t find it, or them, or one, or the other,
you’re best to think such purposely mislaid,

that visitor of nocturnal kind we call the mind
has set aside your treasure stored as future pleasure,

and not that you are presently despised,
or that the object of your train has up and shied,

for though held through Time Mind knows no place best
as the very first and very last, and calls it This.


Jan said...

William, your beautiful and wonderful mind must have so many words stuffed and stored into every dark nook and tiny corner that you will never run out of thoughts, nor forget where they are~

William Michaelian said...

Jan, only you could respond with such a vivid, kind, inspiring description. Whatever else there is, and wherever it may be, I would hope to keep these words of yours front and center. Thank you.

Jonathan Chant said...

Thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

You’re welcome, Jonathan, and I thank you. Here’s to Glastonbury, a good book, and a quiet smoke.