Sliding on Loch Ogil
Remember, brother soul, that day spent cleaving
nothing from nothing, like a thrown knife?
Then there was no arriving and no leaving,
just a dream of the disintricated life —
crucified and free, the still man moving,
the balancing his work, the wind his wife.–Don Patterson, Landing Light
wonderful exchange 
This was the first DP poem I ever read – I was struck when I heard the poet read his won stuff how much better I read it in my head! It’s lovely – thanks for posting it.