This Isn't the Sort of Thing That Happens to Someone Like You

The air cleanses itself is cleansed, with by

a warm wind from the south

bursts of sparkling rain

The sky lifts away from the ground.

those arms lifted

up to the sky.

The horizons draw apart

and stretch the sky taut and

space & light flood back into our lives.

that arching back.

back

This is the time when change

is a daily force:

woodlands smeared green overnight

fields purpled with lavender behind your back

wives & mothers & daughters pregnant by dawn

This is the time when the floods come

and the ditches and barriers have to be built again,

a little deeper

a little higher

But still, with all this life bursting up towards the sky,

(the earth holds secrets)

(the sky watches)

back

The hills having eyes means nothing here.

The land is level and all we have watching over us is the sky.

back

This place I’ve grown up in is a landscape of lines,

a world of the parallel & perpendicular.

The straightest line of all is the hard blur of the horizon.