You did not tell me?
what did you want...
How not to feel
the rapture of the deep...
O Earth,
today, standing on your bones...
blue tits strip lichen
above an ice cold stream whilst...
There were no regrets-
from the life to lose the game...
Coming of age becomes
temporal, when...
The ache of taking a
call, when my...
I will keep on
looking back, when you would...
Clouds had veiled
the waning sun...
I wanna be a cloud in a desert
so that when I become mad...
for jenny wren flew in the glen
amongst the bush and bramble stems...
Shifting the ailing Earth
Roots sift the dirt deep...