‘Do not say the moment was imagined Do not stoop to strategies like this As someone long prepared for this to happen Go firmly to the window, drink it in Exquisite music Alexandra laughing Your first commitments tangible again … As someone long prepared for the occasion In full command of every plan you wrecked Do not choose a coward’s explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect’ – Leonard Cohen, from his song Alexandra Leaving High up in the forest, early morning. No-one else around this high up, so early. Space to breathe. A tender layer of clouds stretching across the flowing hills […]
Back-ache swoops in for a visit. My old friend. His intensity more explicit as he grows older. As we near our inevitable end. Why is it? When first comes his knock (and ‘I’ decline) my soul present spirit is ‘me, an old man’. Stuck. Hard as rock.
from the depths yon Earth glittering like a distant town, viewed from a dark path: playful dappled delight fading down below beyond darkening of Night.