"Through Music, time is absorbed into religious expectation,
since the instant is immediately open to eternity."

after blanched aubergine skins
  tossed in raw onion
    and balsamic vinegar
      I feel somehow invincible
         bathed in the fumes
            of stick-around permanency
               gathered beneath the fig tree
                   I know what you mean
                             when you spurn attempts
                             to stir summer's slighted
                           off-cuts into
                          autumn's minute abandonment
                       loss bound by
                     transitional gain
                  there won't be stars tonight
             the turkey rissole moon
           will light
        the sinusoidal sky
till dawn

Valverde         September 2009