Impossible perspectives,
to eyes trained on more rugged climbs:
gouged strands of tilth
that race, but never touch,
scarred by the ferrous digits
of a lifeless claw,
before a backdrop
of both bird and bough --
a euphony for all my senses;
a concrete palimpsest;
a manuscript complete.

2 February 2012
(from 27 October 2011)

For Máire