The wind races round trees
& scatters leaves;
I hear it cry
for a lost beloved.
That fox on the beach one early morning
emerging out of the
purplest sea heather,
frozen for an instant
then evaporating like mist.
What else are we here for?
A random chance,
a vast, indifferent universe.
To leave five
senses behind
& transcend
language
& turn my attention towards
more heavenly matters.
To seek beauty,
to forget time,
to be alone,
or endlessly with my lover.
The flash of rain,
the sparkle of sunshine.
Can I leave a little part of myself
where I have been?