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the balance

 

                              the balance

                                              Fair horizoned photographs
                from trig points and summit cairns
                                                      fine and airy breaths of sky,
                                                                                         but something
                                                                        remains unaccounted.
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                                                            The way was not crow-flown,
 .
                                                there was weather,
 .
                                                                        sweat was
                                                                        certainly involved,
 .
                                                                                        and, yes,
                                                                                               there were
                                                                               sore knees.

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Go-around

On the crosswind leg of my circuit
I’m skirting iliotibial discomfort,
Navigating my cranky knees
Over the shoulders of the grey-green hill.

When at thirty-five hundred feet
The flying fish rise in silence,
Wind shielded in a near gale,
Until they skein by my side.

Condensing like a myth
Born from Maol’s upland ocean,
In crisp naval monochromes,
Three dozen barnacles bank as one.

They vee downwind southerly,
Leaving me grinning like a loon.
It’s only a practice ring around,
For their pinions sing of Svalbard.