In the beginning

There was nothing but everything

A robin opened the jewellery of his throat

The moon grew and ballooned the skies

A horse ran through a starlit field

Somewhere a stream sang its own song

Primroses broke from the dark to open their eyes

And someone came barefoot into warm sunlight

– Kenneth Steven


When, now a stranger,

you come to the end of land

with your punished feet

and the shreds of your old shoes,

do not look back. Nothing is left

of that twisting, brambled way

you have come; half-knowing, ...


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