A Rock I Like to Sit Upon

There is a rock I like to sit upon,
An island where I go to be alone,
Lofty enough to give me clear vision,
Silent, to feel nature’s musical tone.
When I’m sitting there I feel strong and safe,
An inexplicable joy fills my chest;
The gods to me their secrets do vouchsafe
As I feel knowledge within rise and crest.
They lift me up, everything I behold;
They infuse me with their experience;
They reveal ancient secrets long untold
To guide me in my mortal existence,
Dostoyevsky, Hardy, Woolf, Maugham train me;
Dickinson, Eliot, Keats sustain me.

October 2016