46. The unforgiving minute
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With thirty seconds plus of stumbling on
44. Housefly
A housefly is keeping me company today.
43. The ground of our pleading
‘I am the ground of your pleading.’ Were the words growing from the earth in that birch yearling?
41. Leafmeal
So many fallen leaves. And so many more still on the trees, deep green or turning gold.
40. You can’t live coldly
One thing I think I’ve learnt
(Seeing the suffering and all):
You can’t live coldly.
37. Whole
Life’s worldwide web… is each human body no more and no less than a cell in the body of the living earth? A self flowing through time, channelling energy, matter – a shape-shifting body and mind?
35. Hacking dates. Melting clocks. Words overflowing.
– Have you fiddled the date stamp on this blog post?
– Calendars and clocks can’t lie.
– Well, I checked for the latest Seasons, Senses & Self update several times on 5 October. Nothing.
34. A job well done. A home.
A ladder climbs the wall, another crawls across the roof pitched at 30°. Cement and trowel; gaps healed. A little money changes hands. He’s gone.
33. Everything changes
Everything flows. The minutes pass.
The deadline’s weir approaches. My thoughts
are like a delta, ever diverging. I turn
window-wards to tall trees autumning, as clouds
drift. Their oxygen enters me
32. Cut and pasted. Walked off the map
North Yorkshire Moors. Late August. Wet windy day. Walked off the edge of the map, unconcerned.