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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Green Skin


Underwater light,

a patch of sky in the west

like the mouth of a sea cave beyond reach.

I am no longer sure enough to write poems.

 

In this underwater chamber,

I breathe the deepness beyond certainty.

Up there is the world of people;

down here,  the weight of the oceans,

the weight of solitude.

 

Solitude made me drowsy today,

and I slept.

Solitude made me chaste,

made me swoon,

listening to that flute;

to these birds and frogs

calling, calling.
Calling in the half light



Cliff jumping

 

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