I am urged to write
Not knowing
Where the spring rises
Or where the river flows
But there is celebration
The day has gone
Beyond its darkness
Clear light has made an entrance
Books, photographs; framed
To bring a thought
To gift a memory
To recast a pain
How good it is to feel good
To drive beside the loch
On the way to a place
Whose name I can’t remember
Flodigarry, that’s it
I just needed a few moments
Of pure concentration
Then to look out to the island
