January

Sky tilted its face to leeward
in the slant of the year ending,
a simple turning away from yesterday
displacing distance, having come this far.

Surfaces

Layered and level, 

landscape waits for sky…

            …to wash the angled trees with wind or light,
            …to wash the upturned leaves.

Pure Invention

Where we live
is pure invention,
the cage in which we pace,
where we dwell, creatures of habit.

24-7

never-ending news 

recycled facts
fabrication

twenty-four

seven

ardnamurchan

a crater rim 

on an ocean’s point
in a circle of land’s dead bones