I wait by blue irises
In the scent of the mountain
On the very edge
Of heaven.
Fresh air
cleared by the rain
Curlew music echoes
From the walls of the ruin
And there you are
In your element
Gilded, and gliding
over peat hags
And tussocks
Sails like a Cutter
On reed-waved ocean
Rising and falling
On the swell of the hill.
#CoSopoetry