I was surprised, to find a moorland heath
In sight of the sea, but I was, in that current
Mood, much open to the joy of your surprises
I was wearing a soft shirt; broad stripes
Of silvery grey and silvery green, the sun
Flattered my hair, it shone in the photograph
I had read Mr Pye and was set ready for discovery
I had recovered, settled myself to find a peace here
By the sound and the movement of the horse & cart
One can become very light indeed, in meditations
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149