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, 30 November 2012


For the sea’s insistence in my chest
For the tall blue air
For the flame in the grate at dusk
For my feet to remember
the taste of soil, of peat, of mud, of stone, of bone

For my memory and my longing
For my past and my future
to meet and marry
For remembering that I live
between heaven and earth, both

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