Would that I could see

Would that I could see

A sunset in your eyes

A reflection of England

The sweep of wildflowers

The rocky fall of a chalk stream

The confluence of waters

Exmoor in the early morning

Scafell at night

A lonely moonlit Pike

The otherworldly silence

The eeriness of a valley

A carpet of ground mist

Beneath a clear spring sky

The flash of blue

As a Kingfisher swoops in low

At thirty miles an hour

Disappearing with a small splash

Into the crystal

Emerging with a Stickleback

Wriggling,

Twisting away the bird turns

And in a flash

Is gone,

The wonder of its visitation

The moment caught

With the click of a shutter

You were so very good at that.

Sitting on a clifftop

In summertime

Where the North Sea is stretched out

Beyond the horizon

Lindisfarne slipping in and out of the fret

The mystery of its conversion

From promontory

To Island

The piety of its religion

The journey of its pilgrims

How I came to be here

Following in their footsteps

Looking for redemption

In a reflection.