Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter


The Foreign Country – for Oscar on his 21st birthday

The morning,

This morning,
Seems the same until the sun
Falls in through the window at a different
Angle, and life becomes
A foreign country.

All you know is what was,

Never what is to be,
And learning is all new and uncertain,
Dark and light,
Dim shadows and questions,
Motes of disappeared dust.

We have no answers

To the changing keys of existence,
We cannot see the future
Clearer than now.
Each page we open has fresh words
And undone endeavours.

A paraphrase of hearts.


R, 30/10/2013

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