The thing is, I have no agenda.
I am not wheelbarrowing Christ
To you. These are just my reflections.
Tiny fragments of one man’s life.
You see once I went to the Soviet
Union via the Trans Siberian, and
As an avowed left-winger, I didn’t
Feel I had crossed into Lenin’s
Country until I stood in Red Square
At midnight, and as I stood there I watched the changing
Of the guards outside his tomb. It was bliss on a stick!
I was overwhelmed by it all. Once I went
To Skye in Scotland with two fellow
Travellers. We bought provisions
From Inverness, and we said to ourselves
The first thing we would do, we would sit on the
Beach at Skye, and drink that wine,
Eat that cheese, and watch the sun go down.
So we did. We three sat down on a shaly beach
In late summer, and not one of us spoke for an hour.
It was perfect, it was in short our communion. And even
Afterwards that moment was never spoken of. You see
It was perfect, perfect as a circle. And those other things,
Like Red Square, Skye, living in a rooming house,
Making love, or getting drunk, life is meant to be
one constant Communion. It is not just a mindless trip through
Time. Life is perfect.