The Second Drive to Dundonnell

by CHRISSIE GITTINS

was darker than the first,
the shale surfaced from the mountanside

the cog-sharp ridge jabbed
at soft blue light.

That time between the darkness and the day
when spaces stretch,

a misty film filters near from far,
sheep begin to think the road their own.

When water creaks with weight of rock,
land fuses sea with sky,

boats don't expect to move again.