TODAY

Today was broken: last year’s leaves,
Dappled with this year’s new sun,
And a wind to cancel the warmth
And blow the leaves far away.
There was nothing to grasp at—
These papers, where is any good,
Any willingness to be found?—
No hint at all for being.

And yet today was one where thought
Reached to the end of thought,
And did not cease to think.
List today on the honour board;
There was an emptiness, impatience,
But hope for future’s side-glance.