Let me be

Let me be the scent of lime flowers in your pretty bowl

Let me be a silver thread spun round your perfect hall

Let me be your rhododendrons, pink in dappled sun

Let me be the drone of bees who carry pollen home

Let me be the gentle chime of bells upon your hill

Let me be, just for a while, be here, be now, be still.

The Curator

Economically, it was a difficult  time

women itched in woollen scarves

men stamped their frosted minds

a cruel wind blew till their steaming chips were down.

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Socially, it was a treacherous climb

He clung to the frozen earth with hooked toes

vertically

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.

impossible

pebbles snapping like dragons’ teeth

stressed grass grazing his aching knees.

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Astrologically, he read the perfect sign

and chose this day to set his sight

at the hill above vast unmolested sea.

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At the summit

he would put down his heavy pack

lean his broad back against a small patch of undamaged sky

and watch history unfold.