Monday, 27 May 2013

Hidden in Milton

We think that it’s peaceful here.
That nature is pure serenity.
But just as in our own lives
So much is unseen, unheard.

And even if there weren’t that sweet song
If the ducks ceased to fight
If the fish no longer caused ripples
If the birds ended their aerial displays
Still there would be no peace

The outside world always intrudes
The endless purr of the motorway
The shrieks of children
The whispered conversation of lovers
But this is as close as we can get

So we cherish it
And call on our legendary ignorance
We insist each shrill note, sudden splash
Is the sound of peace
And we try with all our being to believe it.

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