Sea of deepest Prussian blue
Line of horizon, broken
By the rotunda of an island
A resting place for poetry or prayer
Tiredness strikes on the long road home
It is time to sympathise with the years
Gulls glide past the cafe window
I take Americano, strong & black
Stare wilful into the clear all day sky
To set out again - that is my intention
A face of disappointment
And once again she looks disappointed
Her already well overweight daughter
Opts for a second piece of pecan pie
Home
To the big skies
To the tree lined byways
Hedgerows in blossom
Home to the East
Where loves hold lies longing
Eight red lights
That don't quite reach the sky
Even tonight
When all is clear
When all is plain to see
Water, elemental
Steams over my body
Later
I will take a few lengths in the pool
Am I to understand
This thing called life
Am I to take the rest
As a sabbatical
As my grandfather walked
