The smell of sunlight on river-water / in shocks and tints ruins the calm mirror / / of sleep and the disciplines of the dark. / The pushy oars of rowers dissemble and mark / / the surface leaving a trail of peacock eyes / in their wake while half-asleep in the ultraviolet / / I almost b...

Eagle Rock, Buckland in the Moor / / Over and over the moon washes her fragments / in the water, moving downstream as she does so, / following the foxglove wall to where yesterday / I walked on, seeing what I hadn't seen, hearing / what I hadn't heard, alert to the stresses / falling into wa...