Thank You for Last Time

To everything that I adore In this isolated world: Fates and furies, nights unfurled Time – fiction – time – fiction Mounds of graymoss in the fields Reptiles swelling to reveal Cracks of their tectonic scales Time – fiction – time – fiction Outer space must pale in comparison to this Other-worldly landscape of darkening bliss I head to sands that are still belted by a sash of volcanic boulders It’s strange to be back again - 20 years on and feeling much older Like looking in a mirror through a hazy lens, backwards over your shoulder Later we search for the cottage, on the coastline where I stayed Waters rich in alkaline Write a somnolent slow sweep Dreams tilt on the edge of sleep Time – fiction – time – fiction Each departure is a loss Each farewell is something gained Time stealing itself from time Time – fiction – time – fiction Outer space must pale in comparison to this Other-worldly landscape of darkening bliss Here it stands – Bakkasel, my age I know that both our stories have changed I walk past expanses of green and unused foundations Everything is dying or in a state of gestation The corrugated slopes bleed into the sky like an impressionist painting