hay in scents floating
into amber
locked into the soil
some kind of fever
shivers round whirls
a cool breeze
swings down
and yesterday's awaken
through thoughts of
another strange land
summer evenings
the sun down and the fields
a timeless secret
- nature closing in again
time passing slowly
in August
driving into the sun
towards a destination
not knowing where
we come from
or why I was
thinking of an enclosure,
patchouli floating warm in
the cool air, windows down
late night, silent whisper,
a hand across my shoulder.