I’ve not looked enough at this stubborn mind

that throws a self like a shadow against any possible wall

that chases after every shiny thing

not seeing its own tawdry glitter spinning in a mirrored disco

that imagines it is the sun and moon

rather than a distorted reflection in some temporary puddle

I’ve not sat enough in the quiet opportunity

and just let myself observe this weather

the changes in the sky and sea

the shriek of the gulls and the howl of the wind

the vast spacious silence