on a plain gray day..

Overberget fort built 1682-1699

Fredriksten fortress - Halden - Norway

 

What is the nub of such a plain grey day?

Does it have one? Does it have to have one?

If small is beautiful, is grey, is plain?

Or rather do we sense withdrawal, veiling,

a patch, a membrane, an eyelid hating light?

Does weather have some old remit to mock

the love of movement, colour, contrast –

primitives, all of us, that wilt and die

without some gorgeous dance or drizzle-dazzle.

 

Sit still, and take the stillness into you.

Think, if you will, about the absences –

sun, moon, stars, rain, wind, fog and snow.

Think nothing then, sweep them all away.

Look at the grey sky, houses of lead,

roads neither dark nor light, cars

neither washed nor unwashed, people

there, and there, decent, featureless,

what an ordinariness of business

the world can show, as if some level lever

had kept down art and fear and difference and love

this while, this moment, this day

so grey, so plain, so pleasing in its way!

― Edwin Morgan

 

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