43.
Various various a book in the wind
the birds are reading me as best they
can
slow down little language I’m only a
child
aftermaths are written long before
just find the right page and squeeze
it tight
don’t let anybody see you walk that
street
it goes to the hospital where they
park the mad
those who released themselves from
the ordinary
and wouldn’t you if you could get
away from it
the badgering of business the noise
of news
and you alone on your phantom ship.
44.
Through the skirl of the Elgar violin
concerto
I hear seagulls squawking over the
Isle of Wight
it is 1954 I’m going home at last
the island mentioned in the sea
and every nineteen years at summer
solstice
the god dances in the sky above his
ring of stones
a temple built from time alone
or I am the one who dances there
me can you imagine me prancing in a
cloud
yet he’s there and she is with him
and the two of them inhabit me
if you dare look inside yourself
you’ll find me there.
