The Yew Tree

the constellation
of umbellifer florets
tumbling in the wind

the buddleia squats
in marginal habitats
feeding butterflies

brownian motion
gives us the notion
of permeability

smoke drifts in the wind,
blue haze obscuring brown trees:
everything changes.

the thermal spirals,
invisible, but the birds
glide helter-skelter

the sky and the sea
are interpermeable:
water breathes, clouds rise.

drifting eiderdown,
clouds are tumbled by the wind
~ backlit by the sun.

verbiage is lush.
it feeds the mind, releases
us from daily grind

ridge and furrow ghosts
of the lost communal fields
squared-off, divided

water-hole, ghost-hole
maybe the whole is a hole
waiting to happen

across the synapse
a permeable membrane
giving, receiving

ebbing and flowing
oceans roaring in the blood:
crossing to Elf-hame.

wingtip-to-wingtip
shimmering and shimmying
sharing the slipstream

just let go and feel
the ebb and flow, resonate
and be like water

where is it going?
river knows without knowing
where it is going

vaster than empires,
the space within the atom:
holey inclusion

Written on a train journey from Bristol to Macclesfield.

Yvonne Aburrow, 21-11-02

: About inclusionality
: Resonance