Three

Photo: View down woodland steps into Grove Farm local nature reserve, Greenford with two separate figures in black ahead at equally spaced distances along the path

PRESENT

I have nothing but time 
and nothing is more beautiful than time. 
But there is no more time, I have it all. 
Would you like to share some of my time?

THERE'S NO TITLE

There are no stars, no outer space. 
Rockets cannot escape, 
they're never anywhere but here. 
Birds are not in the air.
There's no surface of the earth, 
no inside where we're buried.
Down the mine is also here 
and nothing but it's already gone,
only words. And there are no words
only sound, and there is no sound
only words and it's all a dream of God
and stars and outer space. 

WASHING THE WOODEN FLOOR

Some of the spots on the floor 
would be knots in the wood,
some wouldn’t be knots at all. 
Not all spots are knots 
and not all knots are spots. 

To summarise, some are knots 
and some are not knots. 
I know not the would-be knots 
From the not-knots and spots.

More than that I wouldn’t like to say.