book(s) in my mind
water through to you

c(h)an(ne)al

there isn't enough

last quarter

old angel

adrift you said
moored asea
we have
in moving
moved
a moor


distance isn't a longing but a life

I can't find the words for it.

Syncretism, as in

this which is

amended to

the words I can't find. 

indescribable longing
bound for



upstream


16.218 dhammapda

S a g a m i

beachcomber

A  man on shore meditates, a child totters seaward.
Their hands raise up, lift down
as I bend and brush earth
108 times

remembering
Hopkin's joy and sorrow
him, writing
read by 6
yet he wrote
and lived
for love of

obeyed himself
slightly more
than any god could have thought

ought not to forget
how the trees
these ashes
downed
cut him to the core
or the birdsong
(those prolonged stutters
led him to)

ðɪs ˈdɑːksəm haʊs ɒv kleɪ 

ðɪs darksome haʊs ɑv kleɪ 

no
preference
sorrow
fear


careful