Incertus Purbecks

It is a while since I have published on here.

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.