once away from the grasshoppers
grass-snakes & electricity-pylons
warning lights on the highway
the hike thru days heat then cold
some rain frost on donkey-jacket lapels
a sleep in the rear seats of a farmers van
the drivers drone
the state of the country pigs
& eggs & turtles
a question about the weather-forecast
he had missed
was it the same in the north
shooting-stars
almighty leaps of course
misdemeanours
eventually having climbed the two-mile
twisting gradient
came to that point of illumination
no pub or beacon but
the reflections on this metal advertising
hoarding of lights
maybe another two miles distant
& there was the ocean
grey-blue opening out from
a shale bay we stood open-mouthed by
the remnants of roman-wall the ocean
it transpired in the reality of
the five-hour march was
the clearest possible sky
which was the limit the sky they say
is the limit
