WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT LOVELY POEM?
I found it in a very murky place.Stirring sludge I dredged it up,dripping.
I found it in the branches of the trees,shreds in hedges, rags in branches,flapping.
I searched around for pieces that would match,in the cupboards where I’d stored them,waiting.
I let it tell me what it had to say.It came alive. I felt its pulsebeating.
I stacked it up, hacked it up,added bits, moved it round,changed it, rearranged it.
chiselled it to slenderness,trimmed it, thinned it,let the wind in it.
I let the wind blow half of it away,cherished fragments, in the distance,vanished.
At last
