Upon this paddock

        Upon this paddock

        it has rained all morning here

        and late into the day and dark

        where things without interference

        at their best distance

                                          wait

        while I am always in these places

        out

             looking for an edge

        trying to get my fingers down deep enough

        to prize it back like a secret door

        and there I know lies another paddock

        and so on

        the tight concentration of a thick green blanket

        that buries me deeper and deeper in landscape

        to the strange ring of dark wet pepper trees

        fence it then and everyone

        assumes it is a paddock

        peel it

        and get something altogether

                                                        out of hand.

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.