Here you will find the Poem One Day of poet Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
People will touch and talk perhaps easily, And loving be natural as breathing, And warm as sunlight; And people will untie themselves, As string is unknotted, Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread Their fingers; Unfurl, uncurl, like seaweed returned To the sea. And work will be simple and swift Like a seagull flying; And play will be casual and quiet Like a seagull sitting. And the clocks will stop, and no - one Will wonder or care or notice. And people will smile without reason, Even in the winter Even in the rain.
