Wednesday, 25 April 2012



Perambulating slow intent,
in anti-clockwise motions
bowed in prayer
of audio handsets keyed to sign
each ancient fact beneath a sweeping sky.
All zooming poses web the earth
to standing stones
in puddles spreading nets.
Where Salisbury planes the rise of jackdaws
and sunset flick of mare’s tail
fast downwind.
Gnats on the bite of time.