Black Sheep

They are not black sheep that stumble and play;
They are not sea-stuck that stun with the tide;
No more than mountainous shadow-side
Lacks life, or light, or day.

This I say: but saying gives no graces:
So we know; even the starveling boy
Hints like a shocking dot at some sea of joy,
Inestimable dreams in not-so-different spaces.

Thomas Clark