Chipset and me have been out here
for longer than I care to admit
the outmost beam has turned
all the planks sprung free
they clatter when you walk
toss tall pots of green enamelled basil
here and there at every step
so we sit as still as we can
and watch the combine
nibble at darkness
its invisible feelers reach deep
into sequinned night
its flood lamps light long trembling cones
they trundle out of sight
leave behind a soft incessant cake-tin howl
as if the valley were a sort of bowl
emptied out retaining only sound
through clipped waves
Nature exhales reaches out
with no words to speak of
set against this out-blot
of olfactive stars
August 2009 Valverde