Slate the sky
The Islands
In between
The day was long
Night comes on
To fitful
Sleep go I
The day was long
Night comes on
To fitful
Sleep go I
I wondered who’d been here
Where had they gone
From where had they come
I followed the footfalls
Until their abrupt ending
Swallowed up by the sea
I don’t need to look very deeply
Or with much intimacy
To know the beauty
Of every living being
Where every thundering wave
Takes me back
Ten thousand years
To a time before industry
To a time before capital
To a time before government
To a time before language
To a time before consciousness
To a time before life
Breathe life into my spirit
Bring warmth into my heart
Displace despair with optimism
Like the dragonfly caught
In amber
From a time
No words remember
In countenance: fierce
But whose hearts
Have the gentleness
Of brushed cotton
Grandiose nature
Makes me feel
Very, very
Small
Depositing, Depositing, Depositing
On mounds and terraces
The beautiful stuff of Earth
Cools, solidifies, colours
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different