a reflection, manitoulin island, september 2010
Too many stars this summer, Sir,
too many friends struck down,
too many riddles.
I feel I'm growing more ignorant
all the time
and soon I"ll end up a half-wit in the brambles.
So explain yourself, elusive Master!
By way of reply, from the roadside:
groundsel, hogweed, chicory.
(from Into the Deep Street, philippe jaccottet)