Groundless I’m breathing, noticing inbreath, outbreath; I’m reciting the numbers, their regular progression from one to eight, then one to eight again; I’m imagining moon-swayed

Loving and Leaving them for 30 years
Groundless I’m breathing, noticing inbreath, outbreath; I’m reciting the numbers, their regular progression from one to eight, then one to eight again; I’m imagining moon-swayed
beneath constant skies Longing for the curve of earth where watermeets sand, rock, creeping dune,where the storms in all their dreadfulglory sweep across the eternal