Nameless Place

Late afternoon mist, before darkness arrives
Sheep are gathered by the hedgerow
They wait for whatever sheep wait for
In these surreal metaphysical conditions

Bare branch trees are shrouded
Spume covered with a solidified half grey blossom
They are placed at indeterminate distance

Cars flash by
Halogen headlights and diesel breath exhaust

I park by the side of the wood
I want to capture this dull sky atmospheric
It is a view endorsed by the random rags
Disaffected litter attached to the skeletal frames

Around the bend a convoy approaches
The leader of the pack advances ever so cautious
He, or she, peers into the place where only I can see

Although I too fail to hold myself together, in this ether
The effervescence of interpretation escapes me

It could have been a meditation
It could have been a painting by Turner
It could have been an island in a Buddhist movie
It could have been the story of what is lost is lost
It was not any of these fanciful presentations
It was sheep, gathered in late afternoon mist




A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon