To the Star and Back
Galaxies over Mersey. I tune in.
The compass giddies, looks for him due south.
What ever 'tis, whose beauty here below
Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow...
His immense idea, the sentience
of trees, stones, what a star might know of it.
I wait for return signals in the dark,
the airwaves crackling with activity –
full of plants, rocks, planets – listen across
Dee, Moel Famau down to Usk, then loud, clear:
These are the magnets which so strongly move
And work all night upon thy light and love.
(From: Camera Obscura - Rockingham Press.)