The Wet Feet of Humility

Stepping on the mossy side
of an unravelling path
taking me wherever my eyes follow it:
from sea to sea.
Even now, in mind pools,
I don’t care.

The sky is moving little
the hills littler still;
and when I pull up my feet
for a moment’s rest
I see my life there before me
     – not flashing –
step by step, slow, interesting.



       Orkney, Aug 1985


(First published by Pentagraph Press in “Songs of Sea and Sand”, 1995.)