A different hill
With a different camera
I am not at the monastery
Though I am with
Equally devoted patrons and followers
The track is narrow, rugged
One boot print footfalls
On top of someone others
My footwear squeaks to me
I turn around
Looking, listening for a conversation
There is no five-bar gate here
On which to place the camera bag
On which to leave the camera bag
I do though sit on the style
If I had a Silk Cut (Low Tar) cigarette
I would smoke it now, in homage to one memory
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018