My need has frayed with time; you said it would. <br />It has; I can walk again across the flood <br />Of gold sil popples on the straw-gold hills <br />Under a deep Californian sky that expels <br />All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze <br />By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays <br />Flash raucous squaking by my swivelling head <br />While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead <br />Oak-leaves, and not miss you_although I may <br />Admit that near the telescope yesterday <br />By a small bushcovered gully I blundered on <br />Five golden fox-cubs playing in the sun <br />And wished you had been there to see them play; <br />But that I only mention by the way.<br /><br />Vikram Seth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/progress-report/
