(for Bunty & Eric Herd)
A landscape which lets us let go of time.
Rocks which might be ruins, but are not:
far older, they have twisted their shadows
away from the sun and held back time.
everything slows down there (excepting time)
into a routine which has no tedium:
parts of the day for assembling, for gin,
steak, Scrabble; others for ambling away –
To vegetable patch, siesta, the hunt for rabbits
or mushrooms; whatever. Like the rocks these
are constants, however quickly they vanish –
So we can understand, that in the summer,
when it’s time for the lamp at last, the light
wants to linger, making the far land glow.
[from MTFLG, McIndoe]
© The Estate of Bill Sewell 2004