From nowhere or anywhere
You are placed/positioned
So that into right ear and out of left
Gales try desparately to whistle, in vain.
Flickering on that old cinema screen, suspended back-centre in head,
They take with them an erratic traffic of snowflakes chased
By a moving fog - bluewhitewave that undulates, thickens, thins, thick.
Watching the same square of space.
Through this wave - you expect to foggily emerge something that represents hope
- As though out of whatever isolation, desolation,
Bitter blast of planet -
You expect something to come to you, to reassure,
Or vindicate your existence,
Keep squinting.
YOU ARE READING
Natural
PoetryA small collection of poems loosely to do with nature from 2011. I love the outdoors/walking/exercising but mostly just feeling part of the landscape. These poems are about earning that feeling.
