Cape Pine ii

The ancient shapes persist, 
Though new to us, who stand and
Watch the colours - crimson, straw, 
Brown, jagged black, too many greens
To count, and, oh yes, blue.

We teach our eyes to examine,
Assess, rank, identify, discover 
Meaning, but none of these reveals
Experience, which comes before
All words, as do these shapes.

But we who stand and wait,
Expecting nothing from the shape-fed
Mystery, need not perceive,
But yet receive an even strength
Of shapes which seems to draw us 
To just here.