Poetry of place

The procession halted

As the colours changed 

Guiding light

Silent while

Coming through

Metal contorted 

In contusion, in remand

Contributing to 

The sign of the time

That with striving and fatigue

Mind beating out of shape, emotion awry

Like that touch on a naked nape

A whirlpool

Inside

And out

Bronzing in the watery sand

Forging paradigms for sanity

Forcing palimpsests to prove

What was can be something else again

If only you knew

And took the chance to make it great

And put to rest

What is unfathomed

What can be forgiven

Let the heart race

To that intersecting

Where so want to be