For This Ride

come out      

   ward hear

           heath

er on air      

step

          on g

      rounded c

loud let        

  soul rotate

      as hori

                zon

          walk sky

wards       

what’s written gets split       
across surfaces       

the top block holds a copy       
of a solution pocket so a pool       

of condensed cloud can reflect       
vapour or a human face       

a hollow of solid earth filled       
with water skinned by an image       

of sky or some passing       
traveller’s inquiry       

but only if moors stay       
as places where rain collects       

our future is sure & faint               
as moor-mist as solid as               

gritstone ground               
down by geology’s cogs               

we will have to step with               

and not against our world’s               
vertigo-grounds as we hold               

on to sky               

- Mark Goodwin