a mountain

a mountain
              to Duncan Watt

Mt. Satseto or Yulongshan. Attribution: Evilbish [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

you open the door
a door that is friend
in its wood its paint that
smells still of its making
such a door its panels
sawn patted & nailed
into place by a knowing
hand such a door

outside you look in that
whence come your days
a mountain there of
what was, what is & what
is coming through shade
fed with handfuls of sun
that something almost
a word so close to
the tongue or sense
of speaking it comes

somebody is waving
from those flanks
of journey horse-drawn
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the rising sea

the rising sea


looking good
out on the deck
a decent mug of tea
a book to absorb
you dig out things
you never even
knew of yourself
reading with thin
elegant glasses
and watching us
on the daily traipse
to the bus-stop….
i wished i could join
her it looked good
to be out of all
this every day
every day driven
in like a nail
you could see
her as on an island
a peaceful shore
around her garden
the sky was calm
as a low-tide this
morning things
of quiet interest
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