Pen-y-Ghent
The glacier will reveal something
Like a shoulder or metal parts
A far away-ness, a going to.
White out
And views away from us
Of things we don't quite know
What they are
Or what they did
Cold, and
What we lack
We go searching for
In these places
A circus
No shape
Staring down at where I'd been
And who I'd left
19th October 2004 (Re-written 2006)
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