invisible treasures

Here's Norman MacCaig, as taken from the pictured, 2010 auto-biography by Andrew Greig ...

... 'invisible treasures' that will never be spent - just *truly wonderful*  :-))

I've still never found this poem in any of MacCaig's other published works:


RICH DAY

All day we fished
the loch clasped in the throat
of Canisp, that scrawny mountain,
and caught trout and
invisible treasures.

We walked home, ragged millionaires,
our minds jingling, our fingers
rustling the air.

And now, lying on the warm sand,
we see
the rim of the full moon
rest on a formal corrugation of water
at the feet of
a Britannia cloud:
sea and sky, one golden sovereign
that will never be spent.

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Norman MacCaig (1910 – 1996)

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