Where the Rain Falls Without Falling
Peter Robertson Gallery, 2017
My path
My path
is in the marshland
the estuary
the mount of the river
where I see a spirit
called Rainbow
and one called
Violet who
stretches her wing
And colours
the water surface
the clouds
everything --
where mountain profiles
tell stories
where ancients appear
in stones clouds grasses
Dig here and you will find
spirits people and voices --
this is the place
the Hole in the Sky
where clouds
visit the Earth
where the rain falls
without falling
This is the place
of sandpipers
of the cacophany
of snow geese killdeer
gulls blackbirds eagles
wrens owls herons --
put your ear to the ground
and hear their dancing
Here I fly also between
sea earth and sky
