Darvesha has invited me to share with you this poem, which says a bit more about me.
It came to me on a summer retreat.
Shrikes on retreat
Our teacher says
Thoughts are clouds,
but the sky is for ever.
Love is a wave of the ocean.
We eat, dance and pray together.
My friend knows a buzzard
from a black kite. I tell him
where we saw the cranes,
watched them dance at dusk
in the cornflowers.
Our teacher says
Respond, don't react.
Clear the mirror.
There is no mirror.
There are storks
in the village. My friend
will show me the shrikes,
the illusory posts they perch on,
the spikes where they larder mice,
balance breath on a sloe-thorn.