Away for the Weekend

Harold Macdonald

No surge of fortune, height of good
has visited my neighbourhood
it is the time ‘twixt vale and peak
when nothing happens, so to speak.

Again the universe has shrugged
grey dominates, the day is drugged.
elsewhere God may show The Hand
or write The Name upon the sand

but here the sky is still as death
no wind, no sun, no deed, no breath
except mortality will dine ‘til all has died
its voracious appetite unsatisfied.

Midi: Russian Contakion