11 October 2023
13 January 2024
celtic toes
tapping on the offbeat, surprising
in a cello choir, somehow
they’re all in sync on
several boats
on a tarn
among mountains
in spring, fingering nimbly, precisely
fey, yes, surprising
for us on the shore
of misconceptions and low
expectations to even
begin to hear what
they’re on about
a / symbiose light trans techno fade to
a / clicking of microtonal clusters
in / the silent bowl of the mountains
I / can hear above my tinnitus / the
imagined sound of what
I want to hear
a ululating wail a wobble (in
and out of key, all transposition)
but it’s too soon
to write what
this my mind
can’t catch
my ears my
heart a long way off