When I consider the genetic maze
Which brings me to the rising of this day
And count, as stars across the winter sky,
The obstacles to Life along the way,
Then do I worship at the shrine of Chance
And flowers of ardour on her altar lay.
Let me not cease my grateful praise to sing
And, by my living, Life’s oblation pay.
18th January 2001
Did you hear the rain last night
Tapping on the window pane,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear the rain?
Did you see the lightning flash
White against my bedroom door,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear him roar?
Did you hear the night owl cry
Over by the garden wall,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear him call?
Did you see the waning moon
Shine upon my bed of pine,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you see him shine?
Did you see the shooting star
Fall to earth across the night,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you see his flight?
No, I slept the whole night through,
Nothing heard and nothing saw,
Laughed and played on other shores,
Dreamt and nothing more.
July 1980
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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