These two are possibly the last I’ll share from my 1982 diary, at least for a while. They are both a little intense, as youthful poetry should be. I am pleased that despite at that time living rough, often going without food, my poems are not of the “woe is me” variety. I was feeling the full intensity of being alive, the energetic rush and flow of light and thought.
The first is Burning Tree, a meditation on seeing a burning log and identifying with it – its sap being blood coursing through its body.
The second is Birth Tide, a meditation on my life as a sperm! 🙂 Why not? It mixes a ferry journey from Scotland to Ireland, with a similar journey of a single sperm.