Did we ever have so much sunlight
I don't expect the inanimate objects
Can give me the answer, nevertheless
I feel you would be warmed
By the reflection in the blue glazed vase
Even now, as it is, empty of flowers
Or the clay formed hedgehog
With it's turned up nose cocking a snoot
At the Ivy and the swaying willow
And the Clarence cliff tea pot
Empty of function, it sits still
Lets the sun fall on its contemporary spout
The young girl, with a blue headscarf
She watches me, but as yet I have not started
To wonder what it is that she is thinking
In her plain gold frame
With a wide white cardboard border
Sunlight, sat here, yet going nowhere
