The invisible spinners,
Eternally working the threads:
Our friend is leaving, on her way,
Is here, she’s gone …
Bringing new intensities
To mundane routines.
In explaining the familiar
We can be reminded of
It’s forgotten powers.
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Sorry
Sorry,
My true friend,
My old friend.
Sorry from
The bottom of my heart;
That – while I danced
With charming demons,
Made language-of-magic kites
Across the Water
Man hangs, happily distracted,
From a dream of smoke.
In another world; his
Friend is at one end
Of a fight-tense line.
Between them a woman whose
Skeleton is a charity-shop stool frame.
Across the smooth water
A thin stick holds up a man.
Me? I’m here; balancing unsteadily
On a reflection that shifts and
Cannot possibly be me
I’m not that colour, I’m not
That rigid, that tired, don’t
Look as old as the water
So faithlessly shows.
Harrier
Delightful dry-wind friend,
White-winged day ghost –
Feathers cut from polished core of
Purest cumulus, sewn onto galleon jib sheets:
Spirit of summer-new.
Swimming powerfully through
Thick purple and lemon evening
Moor-top strata skies while,
Way below and way behind,
Earth and Heaven shiver with ecstasy.
