Outward and Return

Sample piece from Outward and Return

Unwillingness to be alone there wells
in the rushy corner of my mind,
gray morning to be faced, damp turf evening fire,
a meal with no skill, no conversation, a bed
stretching cold beyond my fingers.

My mind can limn the outline, flesh in all detail
of near and faraway views, mountain and sea,
the perfume of the whins, violence of winds.
This is but memory, reality is 300k, several
months away, receding as slow,
as definite as hairline on the brow.