Cob

Nature gives respite in countless ways

The rain keeps flowing down 'long arrayed reeds

In earth we placed our trust

In earth we fell to dust

Yes our thoughts had melted 

But the lives the house had sheltered

Lived on in walls of stone and cob

The loves the house had weathered from

The outside storm,

The lovely lime,

Had stood the test of time

Yet even the house will fall

This planet too will be like a blob

In the history of the universe

But something tells me

A record has been taken of that time

I reclined and took a sip of wine

In that house

And that moment, though vanished

Has in some sense been etched

For ever into the fabric of all

What then, in the end,

Will remain important in all of this,

Like clues in a detective story?

I don't know

But it will be there as evidence

Against me

And I hope someone convicts me

And that, in that liberating prison

I will be in the good company

Of people who could not believe

But who longed,

From the moment of birth