gratuitous poetry

Sliding on Loch Ogil

Remember, brother soul, that day spent cleaving
nothing from nothing, like a thrown knife?
Then there was no arriving and no leaving,
just a dream of the disintricated life —
crucified and free, the still man moving,
the balancing his work, the wind his wife.

–Don Patterson, Landing Light



One thought on “gratuitous poetry

  1. This was the first DP poem I ever read – I was struck when I heard the poet read his won stuff how much better I read it in my head! It’s lovely – thanks for posting it.

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