from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Friday, 23 March 2012

Islands of the Heart

Take me to seamist and silence;
The gulls’ cries; light on the mountain;
This brindled bee; green stone;
This blackface sheep for a pillow;
The sky, my duvet.

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