'There is nobody here but us chickens'
when Haydn
went to Slough
to see the stars
he tinkered with creation
& explored certain
new yoga positions
like
Feed Wrong End of Dog
Wash Foot in Caravan Sink
& Kick-start the Transit
but in the western ghats
we watch cloud goats
& listen to the notes
almost turning
into solid air
we steel
ourselves
but not for long
sleep-spindles point
towards a club
where you can go
to be yourself
or sit & knit
some little coats for chickens
the bones & mortar
will turn to beige paste
& thick bars rust
Norfolk February 2009