Can you comprehend a cup
a blue cup with flowers
in another kitchen with another kind of love in another time?

Those dim mountains half seen through the watercolour mist the soul's attempt to reach the ecstasy of sky

Into this cup I dip dim memory
and suddenly the cord takes hold
pulls tight and I tip
back over down the shaft of time
to the dark then

Those dim mountains half seen through the watercolour mist the soul's attempt to reach the ecstasy of sky

[1974]