Rocks are making rocks –
On the beach, in the river ~
Deep beneath your feet.
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We are all shut down –
Nagging feeling about this ~
Nature is smiling.
A marble fireplace –
Anastomosing patterns ~
Long since understood.
(For Dave Johnston, a great teacher)
To the Motherland for a while –
It is clear that I must visit the Sea –
Pick up the familiar clasts and cast them into the surf –
The headlands that I can trace in my sleep, as familiar as the back of my hands (changing with age, wind and sun) –
The sound of the waves, hypnotic and addictive, never easy to leave –
Easier knowing they will always be there, indeed there will always be an Ireland, long after we are all gone.
Leaf veins, decaying –
Networks, paths, roads, fibres, lines ~
Fading too, in time.
