This poem is personal. It is about how differently I look at things now, compared to my previous experiences.
I always had a knack of seeing the minutest detail and the tiniest bit of beauty; in nature and in people. I had become a bit deskilled. I went out today to practice, with a certain reticence. Incertus - uncertain.
Incertus Purbecks
On the ground
Spring in my step
I saw all of you
Tasted, felt, smelt
Every detail
Osmosis, absorbed
Open eyes
Open heart
I came again
Today
Battered, belittled, blind
Still, I searched for you
In a Purbeck meadow
Salt in my nostrils
Salt in my wounds
Bowed
Fruitless
Except, I knew
You were there
Over the next hill
I will find you
Succour
Colour
Light
Open my grey eyes
Head high
Nature of mine
See nature of yours
And then I saw this....The photograph is unedited.
