Sliding on Loch Ogil

Remember, brother soul, that day spent cleaving
nothing from nothing, like a thrown knife?
Then there was no arriving and no leaving,
just a dream of the disintricated life –
crucified and free, the still man moving,
the balancing his work, the wind his wife.

Don Paterson

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