looking forwards

there's nothing here that we could really need
the surfeit of good things does not mean much
reality's far more than we could hope to touch
and nothing's less necessary than that we feed
on anything that could even just subtly excite greed
but equally unlike a rabbit in its warm hutch
on a cold rainy day we cannot merely clutch
close to ourselves what might be in its turn the seed
of something better something that's true gold
though it look drossy thin wasted or still tired
yet will surprise us with what was hidden power
we need to take it up need urgently to enfold
it into our selves to remember that the fired
energies stored in us also wait their proper hour