With empty eyes
I reach out and touch the future,
scatter seed
in the sand
Captured
by the siren song of the moment
my skin glistens
under a silken sky
Restrained
by unseen pictures –
figures in strange landscapes –
I journey
but never arrive
Held in this chattering dream
I become part of the past,
a giant under the snow
And now I cannot sleep:
I shift back and forwards,
changing the shape of the air
Waves spill into another world:
freed by the sea, flowers
wash up on the shore
- Written ten years ago, when I was recovering from an operation