Journey

Valley twiststo forest river fleuvegreen carapace silent. Drop downto Paris basin fat ploughtills dry soil inlate August light. Light coatssward beneathhuge Quixotic windmillshands held to heaven. Crest of the hillfalls away sea beneath‘falaise’ such a tonguetied word to playwith. Calais,seagulls whirl & mobbegging for touristcrumbs like thecamp, barely glimpsedthrough iron fence, ringroading ’them’ from ‘us’as if indifferencerenders invisible. Sun glintslate on grey greenwave: I am afloatin all of this, genuflectreturning.