As the estate grounds open up
I swallow thirty years
In the one gulp of northern air
In that one moment
Even in the previous moment
I was left elsewhere
And in that otherwise
Of Poetry Otherwise
I was becalmed by beauty
Never really knowing
If that is what knowing is
Of theatre under moonlight
And in that sea swell
Of waveless nights
With painters at the ready
In that event
Even in the previous event
I am curiously left without any doubts
