Tenacious flora on the floor
Perpetual winds in the sky
Until rare torrents fall
Tumbling down the mountainsides
Muddy brown and rocky
Crisp and cold
The night air
Sounds, sharp and clear
Amplifying presence
How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
Low fog formed over the riverbed
Where icy water
Still warmer than air
Vapourised and froze
To drift over the lake’s recessed floor
As I turned
My mind to it
It rose
And rose again
Into a mighty fire
Startled
I turned away
Tamped it down
Put it away
Returning to my quiet
