8  Screen memory again a memory


Walking in the dark
A slight shine on leaves
Even at the worst
When the moon was lost
Feel your way along
Let the well worked land
Cradle you

This is like return
Floods sink, ice melts
The dark, if you hate it
Lifts up at dawn and
The light, if you hate it
Later fades and washes down
Trapped in the puddles and moisture
Exhaled softly
From hedgebank leaves
Nettles, cow parsley

Nothing lasts, neither
Summer nor winter, any
Green plant dies
Comes up again
Like the floods rising
Once again