thoughts scatter like marbles

across a cool slate floor

caught in contours

and contusions

picked up and warmed

trailed like lazy hands

from the edge of a boat

the half-wet feel

of touched glass

oiled like eyeballs

what sights

from the eyrie

floating high

surrounded by marbles

and thoughts

scatter-smashed

lost in depths

unleashed, unknown

 

Photo: Claire Doble