Focus – There and Back Again

                            The heigh, hight, eight, -ite,

                            On wind, wings, whin, wisp...

                            Foraging within on tender vapour trails

                            Focus sits restless

                            With believed perplexities, rummaged nicely through,

                            A combi, signature, bounded and bordered, with clarity and purity

                            Sat starlike in, on, under, beside

                            A mind ready for the off –

 

                            – And then it's gone

                            Those trails sun-dissolved

                            Trounced by pin prick regard

                            For shiny things, loud things, tasty things, soft things.

                            Oh for the medit-pro-masterfulness

                            That sharps skill with wit, resonates form with taste, allows shepherdry with fluidity

                            To deny, decry, destine, -ery,

                            A small, smickle, smew, so...