Make believe

1

In this fluid, they swap objects, humans.
They reach inside me.
I do not, I observe, reach to the inside of them, 
which is always turned away from me, like you.
Colour, shape, movement, depth, shade.
Oh, now I get it.


2

Wayside carmen juniper succulent 
Rain and wind from the north 
A dead field mouse on the path 
Expect to be transfixed by turquoise 
A clutch of jackdaws swooping 
The western sun will light an eastern cliff 
A cascade of primroses down a sea cliff
Seals will sunbathe below


3.

The rocky promontory that holds the sky 
above the sea is just an image in my mind.
We disagree on colours,
descriptions of the sea's angelic sparkle,
whether the rock be a whale fin,
how fast the gannet missiles to a fish.
Everything is up for grabs,
a fluid field of processing not one of us agrees upon,
yet all agree there's something there.
All have that feeling.
There's me making you, and you me.
Between us a glistening strap of hope.
Once was expectation, now acceptance.
I don't want to deny, it's not just an illusion.
I want to believe I'm the being you make 
becoming, not the being I've become.