Poem

'Space is invisible.
In leaves of trees
Space-water rustles,
and the sway of these
Is only movement of seawater under tide
In restless sway and swing from side to side
While in the invisible air and in the sky
Spirits like deep fishes are sweeping by
...And the wind is no wind but a fast flowing current of tide,
And the spirits are blown and driven and cannot abide.'

Valentine Ackland