Pick up my wings and fly
Into a constable sky.
Look down on the world and try
To make you out on the distant ground.
Lonely toy in a lost toy-town.
Suspended in spiral sounds---
Sounds of circular breathing.

I'm a kite on a silver thread.
Daring lightning to strike me dead.
Harsh echoes of things you said
Banished me to a thinner space
With unholy ghosts of your bedroom face.
Hands cupped to my ears to place
The sound of circular breathing.

Matchbox cityscape below----
I watch lowry matchstick figures go.
Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence.

• A Better Moon
• Black & White Television
• Boris Dancing
• Circular Breathing
• Different Germany
• End Game
• Fly by Night
• Looking for Eden
• Made in England
• Montserrat
• Panama Freighter
• Postcard Day
• Sanctuary
• Set-aside
• The Habanero Reel
• The Jasmine Corridor
• The Little Flower Girl
• The Secret Language of Birds
• The Stormont Shuffle
• The Water Carrier
• Toad in The Hole
• Trains
• User-friendly
• Walk Into Light