Lands End (for Jimi)


At Lands end
Shriveled bulb cries out
….and what can I do with
deep yellow?

Stone gully underfoot
A rough pass
A funghi sighting
The return of
The giant cormorant
Peeling off as it circumnavigates
Over dancing little winds across the big wide dam

A flying bird brings the message….
New born babe,
Stirs cumulus, gathers, collects
A long white fog now gone.
Dreading birth as much as death
 belonging nowhere
‘I could have gone to the mountain’