An excerpt from
Murmur of the Stars
by Peter Dale Scott
The Rain (Space Sonnet I)
As if lit by lightening in the storm
through the tall conference window, the high,
single oak tree crazily
blowing like a fountain in the rain
is here still; the global talk of peace
has passed on, as wars and peaces pass,
the flooded roads that kept us in that place
are dry again. It is the tree that rests
crazily in this quieter place;
this quieter wind, that leaves undisturbed
the troubled windowpanes, finds in the ear
small leaves to rustle.All words come to this
the silence and to discover
one more time, There is this other world