Should I ditch the last two lines of S3 or try to make something of them? 
I've put them in brackets because I'm not sure what to do with them.


Is there a better bird than swallow for this poem? The last part of S2 isn't 
quite right either.

Colin





Schematic entrapment

At least this:
to slip my hands as air through fronds
where I lie grounded
and breath becomes awareness of now and here.

I do not wish to see beyond this evening,
beyond the star as small as tormentil,
the one thing in perfect focus.
Vision lifts each swallow against the sky.
But mind unfolds where it flows as water
opens stone in a glass world.

Stone holds to darkness like the weight of regret.
How hard to concentrate on emptiness, the present or love.
Even now I'm wing beats away from loss,
(from feather to parchment to the letter
with what I'd said and thought).

How can I bathe in your light?
Lend me your hand and your arm in linen hills
that our bodies may know each other.
I do not choose that my mind is elsewhere.