Month: February 2017
Middle Street
Black Rock
Passing in Caithness
Passing the
dry-stone
domes of
burial cairns
five thousand
years old, but
reconstructed
seconds ago
the abstractly
situated sine
waves of
water, the
acres and acres
that simply
extend
– a ruddy
tinted green –
to a horizon
with the revolving
propellers of
wind farms
pointing to
a possible
alt future
perspective
enough
to offend
the jaundiced
piggy eye
of the latest
Emperor-Elect
to whom all
lands, even
this independent
minded locale
are supposedly
meant to
pledge allegiance.
As you
decelerate to
let another
driver pass by
raising your
hand in greeting
I notice
a cow
on the edge
of the sky
chewing over
the thingness
of things.