St Maxime

I am gone from here

a phantom of the dream:

sun chases night fear

a flicker in a passing breeze.

The hills roll on tight curled

to mountain. Blood & bone

mark territory in this polished

‘now’.

Hot air, sunshine: beyond the stars

a trillion firmaments of mystery

& we like children at the fairground

hurtle onwards.

Cruise liners stoke out to lip

of cupped horizon: earth drops

touches void of interstellar vacuum

inhale: exhale: pause & pause again

each mesmerizing moment

a new beginning.