The Tear in the Sack - by
A nocturnal bird, say a nightjar,
/ cocking its head in the silence
/ of a few deflowering trees,
/ witnesses more than we do
/ the parallels.
/ …
perception
Now - by
I used to lie in wait to see the clover open
/ Or close,
/ But never saw it.
/ I was too impatient,
/ Or the movement…
Riasg Buidhe - by
A visit to the island of Colonsay,
/ Inner Hebrides, April 1987
/
/ There are other lives we might lead, places we might get…
Above Dover Beach - by
Behind convolvulus and seeding grass
/ we park.
/ We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait
/ to show
/ two thousand years and more…
From The Brain and the Leaf - by
The human brain, so frail, so perishable, so full of inexhaustible dreams and hungers, burns by power of the leaf.
‘in the half-light of dusk’ - by
in the half-light of dusk
/ after the day has prepared
/ hard surfaces for inspection
/ before the night has plunged
/ things back into themselves
/ there is…