This wee continent of life
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds
In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked
But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?
