Hector

Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a Soul?”

(John Keats, Letter to George Keats, April 21 1819)

A little piece of heaven
Fallen to the earth
Lightness made heavy
In the transubstantiation of birth

Kindled from the darkness
Sung into being
An infinite shining thing
That is thrown-blown,
Ringing round
Singing
Bringing
Divinity

Free from ‘suffering’?
Though you must be beset
With pain from
Time to time

No one has the power to let you down
Yet it be in your false expectation of them

That applies equally
To your view of you
My lovely bones

Find your way
Among the cherry blossom paths
Riding the apple carts
By ‘the rivers of the windfall light’

See clearly and be
That soulful defender
Hector!
And to Hell with the consequences

Sow without care of reaping
Keeping
Faith
With broad-shouldered
Earth

Love
Daddy