online: 2 april 2011 modified: 8, 9 march, 2 april 2011
8 march 2011 goose cry on sunny water
at Hampstead Heath, pond 2
...half blinded by splash of sunlight reflected from water surface into eyes... warm clothes permitting pause to observe and write of what comes to mind and senses... though incapable today of much more than walk... and sit... in wind and dazzling sunshine...
...(where is the goose cry... was it accidentally deleted or was it a fiction?)...
...while moving in straight lines from pond to tumulus i saw willow buds already in leaf and tiny catkins... then mole hill, new... while walking beside a gruff-looking man... and other fellow-invaders of this so-called universe... that none as yet possess...
... i look up now from screen to sight of East London with its church spires and towers... forgetting that i'm now permitting myself to include the whole of what comes to mind besides these scenes and local events... enabling i hope some wider realities to find form in words on handheld...
...is this the scale of bodymind and all?...
...now sheltering from wind in brick construction with seat and concrete roof and one wall omitted to permit view of city towers beyond distant trees... this could be as fit as any place or time for imagined life to be realised...
...writes he... remembering several years ago imagined bird (or other creature) dwelling here... and now as people he does not know walk by as if we all were actors in some cosmic play of sounds and sights and thoughts of these connective moments... a silent couple and a fast-walking man... and all heaven and hell and purgatory ahead in poem if not in greater substance... two angels run by with swinging arms and wings while scribe awaits unknown as bird flies alone from tree to tree and sky gets hazy...
...loud sound as helicopter flies low over forest and disappears before i've completed the sentence if it is one... the only record of this moment beside the path of angels...
...walking swiftly to the other side of the heath... guided by direction of second hand of wristwatch as he navigates this utopia... he meets a lady with dogs who always speaks to him... but today he didn't recognise her in hooded coat but then she talked for a few seconds... as if the world was against us... but it isn't!
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