Here to take a short vacation
With my book: The poetics of space
The helicopter flies low overhead
The camouflaged sound of the Royal Marines
A picture; a print, in the style of Monet,
But pink, is reflected in the window
And in the mirror, and in the screen
Of the ubiquitous institutional television
Later I will arrive where two rivers meet
Where the moorlands waters plunge
Into the fast flowing ravines
Then onwards to the beach, to collect
A few pebbles, a photograph, a memento
