Think that thought
You know it can be done
Think the unthinkable
Although do know this
The unthinkable thought
Cannot be thought
Float on a cloud
Think
To experience and explain
The sensation
The weight
The colours
The observations
Swim
The unswimable mile
Thinking all the while
I can do this
I will do this
I can
And I will
I for one
Think of breakfast
Sat alone often
Although returning
Many times
To many places
To think
Similar thoughts
Of past
And potential
Futures
Walking
To the café
Alone
In the country
Many places
Tourist traps
As well as on salt marshes
I think of you
Nowhere else to go
We recognise the shapes
Circle square rectangle dot
What more then to show
We wear the capes
Mountain sea river spot
There is a tree
I wish to find
Which I last climbed
In Nineteen-Sixty-Three
The end of the fool
I passed the Eleven-plus
Travelled by Baddeley’s bus
To Penistone Grammar School
It was a time of fear
Innocence was raised
Nightmares invaded
Eyes and mind once so clear
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If my son
Could be fishing here
He’d think his day had come
With thoughts of the low pass weir
And you my friendly reed
How is it for you to zoom
On this balmy, sunshine indeed
August afternoon
What is that throttled whistling bird
Not too too far away
Yes it was the shrill that I heard
But hey, you have your own style of play
Of all the women who I have known
One would like this place the best
With a poem her love would come to own
Unlike the dream scales of the rest
Perhaps we would lie
Upon the circular benches
Effortless, no need to try
Steadied by our lover’s senses
I’m opting out of the guided walk
Instead to look for the reed beds, on my own
But first I have to find a map
Or instead to ask group leader Steve
Beside the ferns and the flowers
There are thistles and nettles
Several hundred yards yet
To the circular platform, in the reeds
Ripples on the water
Plip-plop sounds
Of fish or frogs leaving
Or entering the water
If you dropped your wedding ring
It would be gone forever
Have experience
Enjoy the details
Absorb the feelings
Link a negative with a positive
Water on the grass
Butterflies in a mating dance
The big river slowly flows
One hour daisy
Two boats in pursuit of ducks
Pigeons in flight above the trees
Geese in skein formation head North
Long journeys
Intrusive noise
Neither sailor nor canoeist
Not known
Past relationship
Flock doesn’t sound right
Lawn mower
The morning begins
With Gary Hume
A catalogue from
The Venice Biennale
Actually a couple
Of hours earlier
I took a shower
And shared Qi-Jong
In the garden
The library I now see
Is deliberately
Delicate
A window
With a blind
And curtains
Wire mesh
Has perhaps
Replaced
The glass
In the cupboard
Doors
How far away
Do you need to be
Before I can
No longer hear you
Is it more
Or less
Than the distance
Of sight
Would either
Stretch
Be your choice
Or mine
