Where the rising field
folds
under the light
horizon
taking the land out up
into the sky
and you've no idea what lies
on the down slope
to a ditch
past a scattering
of cows;
beyond the lamp in the window
where the unshut curtain
hangs
as a figure appears pauses
bends to look at something takes
it away and leaves
to read and read;
at the bus stop people
standing
waiting for a number
a shape
a co-incidence of time
and place;
and you've no idea who
or why:
this the axis
of the mind.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Where the rising field
folds
under the light
horizon
taking the land out up
into the sky
and you've no idea what lies
on the down slope
to a ditch
past a scattering
of cows;
beyond the lamp in the window
where the unshut curtain
hangs
as a figure appears pauses
bends to look at something takes
it away and leaves
to read and read;
at the bus stop people
standing
waiting for a number
a shape
a co-incidence of time
and place;
and you've no idea who
or why:
this the axis
of the mind.
