Thirty Four

Three posts
For the washing lines
Three posts, three washing lines
Three directions
For the washing to blow
Three orientations
For the sun to shine

Four pivots
For the feet to stand on
Four points, four connections to the ground
For certainty to be established
For feet and body to be supported
Four combinations
For the balance to be confirmed

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Thirty Three

I want to talk about spines
and vertebrae
Because I am learning about
spines and vertebrae

I want to talk about clouds
and skies, and hills
Because I am looking at
clouds, and skies, and hills

I want to arch round
to the spine
Because I am learning how to
arch round to the spine

I want to drift, as clouds drift
over hills, across skies
Because, as I drift, the clouds and skies
drift with me, drift for me

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Thirty Two

I must remember that horizon
I ought to turn my head
The full one-hundred-and-eighty degrees

We walk around the pond
We sit on the bench to talk
I return to my room, to proofread

The horizon, from this new viewpoint
Is not so strong, a darker sea
Muffles the colours concentrations

A fainter line; a cloud line
With that uncertainty of purpose
Certainly not the edge of the world

I must remember this line of hills
Where the land and skyline turn
As the water of life flows from loch to sea

We walked along minor roads
Then ventured out onto cart tracks
Drawn by the pull of the shoreline

Our house was on the hill
Though which house, on which hill
Would we ever wish to return to

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Thirty One

Yesterday was rain
Rain from who knows where
For the day before was beautiful
This day too it is beautiful also

I have a desire to learn
Who knows who gave me such a gift
I have no choice but to listen
No way but to try to understand

Always then the sun does it for me
Helps me to feel good
Helps me to feel warm
Helps me to halfway remember

That time suspended on the ocean
Those weightless moments, minutes
Those naked mornings, salt on skin
Skin thinking relentlessly of skin

That time, when one footprint was
Followed by one more footprint
Pressed, pressed with some certainty
Into the soft submissive sands

That time, after the loss
When, fully clothed you dived
You dived into the clear blue sea
Then emerged; with a wide, wide smile

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Thirty

Share with all nations
How good could it be to be
Declare; yes you do have patience
How else could you see to see

Silhouettes on the skyline
Church bathed in a sea-fret mists
Sunsets acting as a lifeline
Schedules about to turn into lists

One stone cuts into another
One wall welcoming the next
One who roamed with a brother
Barbed wire lies (twisted) straight ahead

One arch on the cliff line
One bird in the sky
One field at dandelion time
Telegraph poles (upright) straight ahead

The painting is of a kettle in Russia
A view through an open window
A capture of the blue of Prussia
With the canal (or street) straight ahead

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