Ah say, what is this pantomime that thrums these walls of air
Is it the song and dance of time or
Simply someone’s answered prayer?
Ah say, what is this rise and fall that rushes and recedes
Is it the Tide of dawn to dusk or
Simply wind among the reeds
Ah say, what is this lilt and lull of plant and harvest-hymn
Is it the push and pull of toil or
Simply Season growing dim
Ah say, what is this gold and gray that floods sky, sea and sod?
Is it glints from The Painter’s tray
Or simply glimpses of God
© Janet Martin