Free from intrusion
Able to write
Read
Listen
Take myself off
Into that other place
A journey
Eased by welcome
Eyes closed
Posture restful
Spreadeagled
Without defence
Warm paths
Just before autumn
The love of I love you
On sand and...no
I cannot bring
The word to mind
This happens
More often now
If only the Machair scanned
That would have got me off the hook
...flotsam ...jetsam ...surf
...shingle
Grass or pampas, pray please help me
It was all along the five mile road
Between tar-macadam and sea
The dunes, yes that’s it, the dunes
Don’t you remember
I ran down them and fell
I was totally exhilarated
Some called it love
