i am carried on the rise a bubble from iron to the blue

roofing generations children of ghosts years ago drawn into peat now reflecting my years on the glass

how do you find yourself? here amongst and within the myriad.

the world's freedom without our craving so hard to figure. even here, craving to have it to myself spills

hollow hedge the pathos of old honours tied to the thicket scant cover won in other springs yet the green spies, the wind breathes.

each wisp counts a sum only the field knows

your bedroom had plastic stars on blue-tack, todays field lay under cirrus tonight prone under the plough.

hold me together

beyond the new lambs glad-ragging the morning i watched the slow formation of sheep, heads down plugging the gap

kneel, coming back to the same scrap of life. Yet who tides the ground here? can your worn duty lift the veil and see those who have no...