THE UNBEARABLE SHEERNESS OF BEING… LOST

Bright eyes…

I was lost so far inside the island

Dreaming of water drifting blind

A mania took me deep insular

Where nags ambled apple wild

And coneys shagged abandoned

By what passed called progress

It’s a thing that happened over

Again, past Grimwades Crossing

The brush missed halfway up

Leaving the bluebells to gild the thing

Throwing myself hard headlong

In leaping I picked a single one

It withering in my hand I swum

Trailing imperfection in my wake