The March Lapwings
Now everything
begins to move
and everything stays
where it is
every ash tree
every hummock
shifting inside
itself even
the grass shifts
and the electric
lapwings cry
change change
because the common
melts and flows
even the earth melts
and flows like melting
ice how lost
the eye the senses
are in this
disturbance rippling
over the surface
of the common
here it comes
again the new
electric cry
change change
as it moves past us.
Coaley Peak
Who by night
goes secretly
up the long-
shadowed field
where trees wait
burdened with shadows
or nothing waits
who sets each foot
into the moonlight
washing down
the long field
going alone
up footpaths changed
by night into night
who raises a face
blank as a moon
above the deep
steepy woods
above the shadowed
valleys where
the bright Peak hangs.