CSI - by
A dyke like her who’s been around the block
/ a bit has heard it all before. Volcano, somewhere
/ near the Tropics, unexpectedly…
geology
Dander round the loch with Henry Raeburn and James Hutton - by
Mother, I think / it’s come at last: / my skating minister vocation. …
Slate - by
There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
/ laid down, when there was not much but thunder
/ and volcanic fires; watched long seas…
The Hill Burns - by
So without sediment
/ Run the clear burns of my country,
/ Fiercely pure,
/ Transparent as light
/ Gathered into its own unity,
/ Lucent and without colour;
/ Or green,
/ Like…
One Hand Clapping - by
Ice Diamonds spumed clouds from Dhalugiri’s summit.
/ Eighteen thousand feet below,
/ In sand-storm heat, between sandstone heights,
/ Among rounded pebbles, I found a…