Partial yet whole as a stone,
It nags, creeping aboard the flesh
Like a worrying stain.
The world curls up like a shadow,The day dumps all it might bring,
And eyes stroll off at a tangent
With a pin in the brain.
But worst, and best, are the hoursAwake and aware of your spine,
When a perfect phrase disturbs you
Like a cold night-rain.
====================© circa 1973-76