Tuesday, April 2, 2013

BEMPTON CLIFFS

Busy vastness,
wind a blade
unframed,
its Anywhere
hits,
its palm passes
and stays,
reddens your skin
and the flimsy trim
of your being.
 
Shrieking
rocks’ cheeks
and gliding wings
popping out from just
underneath.
They hang, they go
while you…
well, you are cold now,
you must leave,
must go inside
for some warmth,
a coffee, a chat,
leave, leave
the wind, the birds,
the horizon and
the breathing Beyond
in its parenthesis. 
It’s what you must do,
it’s normal,
in order to live
you leave eternity.

1 comment:

Dave King said...

Brilliant! I like this so much I don't really want to analyse, just drink it in! Superb!