'the essence of human existence consists in human interiority' *

ah

...

the thread

is pulled

so tight

tonight

...

I must go

inside

to find

the light

Compline *

The bending

The bowing

The beholding

Words wind their way

And now to sleep

In the soft-folded arms

Of silence

And now to rest 

* The English word Compline is derived from the Latin completorium, as Compline is the completion of the working day.

Refraction

1

How the wind blows bending strong branches

Making a howl and birds to move – tiny creatures shaken from their perches to ride currents like surfers upon high waves

2

At the rusted broken down gate

I waited a while

Watching the fields unfold into distance 

But existence does not wait

She points me to the hills that I must ascend

The ancient paths that I must find

3

One tree

Full of itself

Stands

A symbol

Of Time

Blind roots

Reaching down

Into earth

Ageing branches

Straining towards heaven

sic incipit traegedia hominis moderni: here begins the tragedy of modern man

Here begins the fatal blow

As impact in the soul

The force dispelled the anchor

And now the ship cannot moor

Cannot but float aimlessly

The crew scans horizons

Engages in futile activity

Rest not a possibility

And so the pretense

That this is how it should be

But it is not

The ship now so lost

So far from the bay of sight

The bay of remembrance

The place that shelters

In an embrace of coastland

The line of your shoulders

Arms outstretched

Your body sunk into the deep

Becomes the anchor we cast away

Hope strikes the seabed

And is embedded in the soul

Harbour, home, high seas

Balance is restored