gratuitous poetry

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



1 thought on “gratuitous poetry”

  1. 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.

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