I’ve been grasping after a thought all week. Of seizing the moment: appreciating it, valuing it, and living in it. But words eluded me. And then as we drove north yesterday,
having a highly cultured discussion on poetry, Nell put this one into my head.
The Bright Field R S Thomas
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past…
So this afternoon, on the way back home, we detoured up South Head, where this thought began, and watched the light change, as the clouds blew over.