the resting form of the flowing stream
a thread of light
Time, why are you going so fast?
/ I like not furious paces.
/ Milestones glimmer and then are past,
Her watch is posted from the south.
/ Its black box ticks the whole way.
/ The accident happens, the funeral.
/ The flowers fade.
/ Grain in…
Keeping and forgetting time,
/ my pulse to your pulse, rhythm and rhyme
My mother died in 2000 after she learned that all
/ the clocks and calendars had changed, and
/ possibly after she heard about…
I used to lie in wait to see the clover open
/ Or close,
/ But never saw it.
/ I was too impatient,
/ Or the movement…
When we first rade down Ettrick,
/ Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
/ The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
/ An’ a’ the skies were blue,
/ When ilka thocht took blossom,
As jets without the black box of memory
/ Startle sheep in deserted glens
/ the stone hunters stalk their various prey.
/ Chaotic and recurrent…