Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #2, 2016


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[Inspired by Bon Iver’s “Holocene”:]

Each day  stepping

(twenty four counting stones),

head held high,

towards tomorrow.

No slips allowed.

Each week flowing,

moving cloud-like, into the next:

she was fine.  Free

as the cormorant overhead,

broad black wingspan a shadow

swooping low, looping round

to check she didn’t stray

from this new path.

Grass frozen beneath boots

still sodden from yesterday – whether rain

or transferred tears, she couldn’t

recollect.  Selective

memory has its comforts.

One foot in front of the other,

hands out for balance: narrow

this tightrope route from here

to tomorrow.  So bright;

like the rare sun overhead, shining down

from a sky devoid of nebulae, just

a glorious cerulean expanse.

No secrets.  Deep breaths.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]