a day of sudden rainbows
against the Ross with its forelit wolf-grey squalliness
the buds of gannets burst pure creamy-white
like punctuation
here where ankle-deep in green water
mountains cluster like cattle
the bird in me wheels
dips for fish
rises again and again
like a white flame
*
the air holds its own trace of me
though the ground I walk on is
nowhere
*
answers are a dereliction, for – look –
we are bathed in the slough of dead stars
*
when ‘I’ am no longer here
still forests will rise and decay
still oceans fill and vaporise
the atoms of me will be distilled
into stamen, bark, shark-tooth
*
something of me may linger
in a grand-child’s first steps
the way he smiles
the way she loves to watch
the birds
*
these friends, this light rain at dusk
this life!
*
save us
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