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Carry on woodlouse –

As you have long before us ~

And will after us.

Rocks are making rocks –

On the beach, in the river ~

Deep beneath your feet.

We are all shut down –

Nagging feeling about this ~

Nature is smiling.

Devonian stream –

Fish choc a bloc, tail to head ~

Ack, had I a rod.

A marble fireplace –

Anastomosing patterns ~

Long since understood.

(For Dave Johnston, a great teacher)

Ocean to mountain –

Now a riverside pathway ~

Folding space and time.

One hour from the strip –
More meaning in one crossbed ~
The Valley of Fire. 

Trench geology –
Note before I go over ~
The layers of time.

Distant sunset clouds –
Make believe a mountain range ~
Time is speeded up. 


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.


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