Opening
I cannot escape the sense that I have heard this poem somewhere. Maybe it is misremembered, fragments from a past author, stitched together by me here now.
Perhaps it is a quote, or quotation, someone else had these ideas all before, even so formulated and I add nothing except the feeling it gives me which itself too may have been felt by others, in the same way.
…
We sit in silence
And let the gathering winds
Conjure forth a fire