A Sigh Poem by Barry Middleton

there is a time not death
the din and dealing past

the snake beneath a rock
the old king is fast asleep

maidens still are weeping
but do not weep for me

and so I rest one eye ajar
beneath the mango tree

this comes of luck or grace
how transient is this place

it may be just a moment
the garden silently waits

and now I am a child again
I hear the ticking clock

not a futile counting down
I dream and watch the sun