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.