vistas, horizons and hair

 

There could be a giant lizard whose tail stripes the land  as she crawls the peaks and troughs of mountains

The land becomes a tiger

The tiger is passionate about her rises and falls

I wish I could 

protect her folds and imperfections

So good to be so far away and reminded that

some choices are beyond me.

*    *    *

I dyed my 

hair in France, thinking (ha!) I could 

have a say in the progression of time, as

time, the darkling that she is

marches all over me, towards and

beyond us all

So small, our 

endeavours