No one invents an absence: <br />Cadmium yellow, duckweed, the capercaillie <br />- see how the hand we would name restrains itself <br />till all our stories end in monochrome; <br /> <br />the path through the meadow <br />reaching no logical end; <br />nothing but colour: bedstraw and ladies’ mantle; <br />nothing sequential; nothing as chapter and verse. <br /> <br />No one invents the quiet that runs in the grass, <br />the summer wind, the sky, the meadowlark; <br />and always the gift of the world, the undecided: <br />first light and damson blue ad infinitum.<br /><br />John Burnside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/si-dieu-n-existait-pas/
