One of my special places
Sending a parcel of intentionally distilled thoughts
I caused – so it seems – a cascade of rocks
this landslide on the hill opposite
a goat looked up guiltily
oh so very clever
the goat in want of amusement at breakfast had convinced me
very badly
so much success these things have with bad, erroneous ways
but still the water sparkles,
launches chug and gurgle cooling water,
the symphony soothes breakfasters
a lone stout-shooed walker rises ever more slowly
ever higher above sea level
rising travelling further out of range till
he is no longer there to see
and in this observing the replacement of interest
becomes the shading of clouds, their sharply defined edges
confused by the ragged rocks, blurring clarity, relaxing stable certainty