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Walking on Scoraig

 

............A sunny morning
after rain the smell
of heather and wild
flowers heavy on air

............stravaigin our way
............east towards Creag a Chadha -
..........................the loch is smoothing

............we make our way down
to the stony shore
sit on a large rock
by the water's slowing edge

............we eat sandwiches
made of our own baked bread
apples from Jytte's tree
drink spring water that Davy
piped down from the hillside

............the loch has stilled
............waiting for the tide to turn -
.....................perceptions sharpen

amid the sound of our breathing
the touch of the rock
the smell of the flowers
the taste of your mouth
............there is no sense of time.

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