if I were to lay

if I were to lay upon the field all day
until the dew soaked through my shirt

then I would have a picture of something great
forever in my head

while the earth

the earth would wear an imprint of my outstretched form
for a short time

a short time alone

the passage of one cloud across the sun

the time it takes the buck to run for home

[first posted Dec 31, 2013]


There are undulations in the field
this morning – craters,

and further along
large fissure-like wounds
have opened up,
caused by who knows what.

Subsidence – someone offers.

Tremor – says another.

Love – mutters a stranger,

only love can cause
such devastation.

[first posted 29 May 2014]