‘I Know’ – published
Entered and chosen for this anthology. A lament for the impossibility of writing about love?
the inside out of walking on dry
earth and stones millennia
back to where lava ran and rock split
into a gorge of water
to the ritual pattern of bricks red
and black mortar binding
buildings that shadow the cobbles
away from the sun
high above the gulls wheel
on blue air shrilling
out pitiless grief
light folds water into pleats.
Fools promise poems about love.