November 29, 2014 Leave a comment
We cored peat bogs on our final year field trip,
Walked on precarious moss floating on water
That flexed under our feet, threatened oblivion.
Later, I lay back, watched clouds form eddies
on a blue sky, in the lee of craggy spires,
became lost in ever-evolving patterns.
Dave went swimming in an aquamarine lake,
Backstroked out to the middle and back again;
We dived in, went numb – Dave’s a superhuman!
We watched the sun’s demise, ate lukewarm pasta
Perched on a rocky ledge above jade meadows
Drinking in the Pyrenees in the twilight.
That evening the cloud seeped up the valley, drowned
us where we sat in the night’s moist silence;
such a shame that somebody forgot the wine.