The air cleanses itself is cleansed, with by
a warm wind from the south
bursts of sparkling rain
The sky lifts away from the ground.
those arms lifted
up to the sky.
The horizons draw apart
and stretch the sky taut and
space & light flood back into our lives.
that arching back.
back
This is the time when change
is a daily force:
woodlands smeared green overnight
fields purpled with lavender behind your back
wives & mothers & daughters pregnant by dawn
This is the time when the floods come
and the ditches and barriers have to be built again,
a little deeper
a little higher
But still, with all this life bursting up towards the sky,
(the earth holds secrets)
(the sky watches)
back
The hills having eyes means nothing here.
The land is level and all we have watching over us is the sky.
back
This place I’ve grown up in is a landscape of lines,
a world of the parallel & perpendicular.
The straightest line of all is the hard blur of the horizon.
