watching the clouds wash the earth we tip our hats to the memories of friends and lovers past. this first day diverts us to when we traversed those garlanded doorways – each of us – and watched the second hand sweep by the moments indescribable & more precious still than rubies. you ride, I walk beside you, my new contentment, my mescaline so brightly our words materialise and hang in the air as Chinese lanterns whilst we walk on chalky downs on fiery coals so bold we thought maybe our star had come.
and now the girl & me reach the end of our landscape joke and laugh and turn around as the rainclouds bathe our hands & faces & the air crackles with the lightning seeds and all manner of possibilities.
