Because There Were No Revelations at Hand

Because there were no revelations at hand

And the day being dark

The numerous prophets were elsewhere biding their time,

I went down to some pool’s edge

Where various streams were mixing

And met there a bird with a mouthful of songs.

It fed them to a fish the pool contained;

To the grass also, and then to the trees

It fed its songs.

I wanted to go back and tell them all

Of what had been found.

But the day was dark,

And because no revelations were supposed to be at hand

I stayed there alone.

And standing on the luminous grass

Though there was no prayer in my brain

I spoke with the fish then and found

The lack of anything revealed to be

A revelation of a kind.