Thursday, 11 July 2013

Watching The Spider Cross The Brick Path

Electric dragonflies.
Here one moment ..
.. gone the next.
Thick summer reed beds.

In the wetlands
the heron searching shallow waters -
 refuge reclaimed 
from what was taken.

He in his ...
or me in mine ...
Watching a spider cross the brick path.
When do we get to meet?

The hum of the city
All movement creates sound.
Looking for that still place
That knows all this as flow.

when you stand in another place
look from another point -
what changes
is what you see the same ?
Buddleia almost in flower.

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