Saturday 2 July 2016

Contemplations on a Track

This week we have:
A poem by Joshua Enns 
A photograph by Rachel Daniels
Enjoy. 


Between Edges

A shelf of rock usually submerged 
free to breathe air like 
a staircase.

My feet followed swiftly
towards the edge  
of the falling waves.

I walked on the edge of it. 

Land or water,
time changes all. 

But that between place stays
sacred
and shows itself
mysterious.


A hill beyond

bog cotton clouds.  

Hazed 
between air and water
shrouded
in mist. 

Shifting yet solid. 

Just past the heather,
mud and wood 
mark a track.

A muffled cuckoo's call
beckons beyond the baying
of lambs
from the hidden hill
to that place between
edges.