Following the path of the ‘eaux dormantes’
What I learn from: these martins skimming food
from the threshold of air and water
the need for thunder to follow rain
then rain, then the uncluttering of light
the way the ash tree and the buddleia
take the space they need from no space or plenty
and thrive anyway. I learn from the evening
fingertipping the river; from the days
or the moments when my heart is free, is wild,
is nothing, is nowhere, is the world.
~ Roselle Angwin
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