solitary confinement

long days in a walled garden
the sun leaves behind its shadows
and the wind begins to warm
unexpected and so soon

Gowk

Apryle cam an wi' it
thon heidsman, a gowk himself,
that, lang afore the month began,
had proved himsel mair o a gype
than ony gaen afore.

Wonder

Time
slides like a river
largely unannounced except for
the sound of air drawn down to stone
and set free as erosion scours
the river’s bed.