What is there beyond knowing that keeps calling to me?
I can't turn in any direction but its there.
silk song, but the far off fires,
These images are from the road trip through northern and mid Western Wales that Ned and I did the second week of August.
for example, or the stars, heaven's slowly turning theater of light,
in the same - what shall I say - moment.
and carry it on one shoulder, important and honourable, but so small!
I have done this a few times.
Life so far doesn't have any other name but breath and light, wind and rain.
But mostly, I just stand in the dark field in the middle of the world, breathing in and out.
I simply go on drifting,
from New and Selected Poems volume two published 2005
All of them were taken from the passenger seat of a moving vehicle by me.
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