I Am In The World

When I glimpse the sea down across the fields
To my left, [I’d thought it would be my right]
My blood beats faster as landscape yields
Up its hope, scatters the shadows of night.
Apart from meadows and sky I’m alone,
But they breathe as I breathe, promise me,
While chalk gleams on the banks like bone,
The world will show me how I can be free.
Now as my bike bounces back down the lane
Towards where the sea and land agree,
The wheat glitters with harvest gold again
And I own everything I can see.
Brief these moments, blessed in what they bring
I am in the world. This is everything.
From ‘A Bench for Billie Holiday: 70 Sonnets’ [to be published by Valley Press October 2018]
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