We’ve almost got through January and there’s the rest of the year to deal with, the ups, downs, and sideways of it all; the sun and the snow, the rain and the mist … all the infinite variety of each day, month, or minute. Sometimes I just need to see this particular moment and no other.
FUTURE AND PAST
of my three eyes
the first sees forwards 
to the path leading
over the hill
the second sees back
to crevasses dared
dark places feared
my third eye
sees up and down
captures galaxies
with a glance
measures distances
from peak to peak
on the moon
gathers lava
from the flaming centre
of the earth
and burns the road
ahead behind
