Basis
Tuesday 2 June 2026
poetry
Upon the quiet ground of thought,
The basis lies, a humble thread,
Where reason's roots and feeling's knot
Are woven, silent, softly spread.
It is the stone beneath the bridge,
The chalk line on the scholar's slate,
The quiet pulse that won't be rid
When tempest shakes the fragile state.
In law, in love, in art, in maths,
It forms the axis, firm and true,
A constant where the compass clasps,
And guides the wanderer's pursuit.
