from The Barns
Joseph's Barn
His cow and calf
William's Barn
He liked the feel Barn
I remember my making -
Since then, a stone
Stone is my mantra.
One day I'll be full of light:
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overwintered there,
and often Joseph too
spent the night
after a skinfull,
dreaming in the straw
that his wife
might lay him down
a son, there,
in the manger.
of the stones
in his hands.
He built the windowless walls
higher and higher
shutting out the world
and creating a darkness
for himself.
a growing shadow in a ring of stones.
here and there, a rotting beam, the slate
that slips by inches every year:
the light creeps in. It seems to be
a universal principle.
Solid ground my only reassurance
that I'm part of something bigger.
a field of stones
for people to pick over
in search of artefacts.