I wish I were in Dorset once again
Lyme Regis in the sunshine, in the rain
The little river flowing by the gate
The cafe where we sat but you are late.
The joy in such surprises swells the heart.
The silence in its deepness conquers charts
Absence can be happy as with noise.
All that will remain is our own voice.
On the Cobb I’m nervous all alone.
The wind is fierce and cuts me to the bone.
I d like to draw a map,the Cobb of Lyme
A nest of tangents triggers my design.
Nature did what calculus has learned.
The speed of tiny zeros can alarm
The men who built the Cobb new shape by heart.
The answer seems to be in where you start.
The the waves rolled up the beach and, startled, down
Pulled the shingle made a suffering sound
The script of seashells writes upon my soul.
Yet and yet and yet, I am alone.
How my heart sings 