Slight breeze
Worn away boulders
Relics of the flood plain
The evenings horizons are transitory
What appears also disappears
Light falls exponential
Coldness gallops through
Strokes in haste; passionate youth
Joined together
By the pasts previous absence
Great stones, about to tumble
Balanced precarious
Dampness and cold
Sit close by, on the shoulder
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
Free of all other species
Old posts by the highway
Fine grass in silhouette
Tune in; zoom in
Smaller than the midge
Slower than the slug
Faster than the ant
Bah, bah, bah
As if in time
It is their turn
Deep on the moor
Rise and flight
Of the Canadian Goose
Surely not, not a Canadian Goose
Messages, or symbols, or dreams
A sort of heavenly occasion
Disturbed only
