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| Enter, cave person |
For the first time in years I went on a trip that - aside from a meeting to see a cave near Trieste, and a little recording for use in future performances - was virtually nothing to do with work, a holiday embracing friends and family across 3 weeks in 3 countries - Italy, France and Switzerland. On the four train transit days a few poems slid into sight...
a brief piece of fabric from the golden half hour
15:51
18.12.18, EC 87, a stretch
before Trento
in the pearling
winter afternoon
the Dolomites fold
warding bolts of raw silk cream
patterned with the
fuzz of leafless mushroom brush
the bridge to
oblivion
13:23 23.12.18,
EuroCity 143, leaving from
Genova
you'd been looking
for it
suddenly
wishing you hadn't,
see
the vanished highway
spanning the valley air
neighbouring
passengers, afforded a passing moment
to acknowledge the lives of
others
as our train angles
west, exchange a look, gesturing open handed, helplessly
hooked by the
glancing memory
33cm³
yellow-silver-green
10:50 01.01.19,
TER 86027, Gare de
Beaulieu-sur-mer
it's quite some
Mediterranean daisy
flowering
mid-tracks, vigorous
beneath passing
trains
il ponte di
oblio, due
15:28 01.01.19,
Intercity 1539, leaving from Genova 2
you are looking for it
you are looking for it
this time, the
reversed valley vista receding towards the sea
back-lighting
bronze hazing intimates
minding the gap
non retourner
11:53 08.01.19, IC 521, departing the French sector
11:53 08.01.19, IC 521, departing the French sector
sometimes
you just
know
it won't happen
again
extricating
a small piece of conscious
emotional
armour
let
those
hard
familiar chinking sadnesses
escape, evaporate, expire
