Penny Fang # 9 a view of the sky tunnel

a view of the sky tunnel 

in those days

I often walked down 

the lane beside the Holg building

through the slate wall

I could see the stray cat’s lost way

the sticking out branches that I tore off 

were a faint scent that night in my dream

in the afternoons before dark

I saw the grass growing lushly

to swallow up laughter and chatting 

at low tide,

Anglesey the other side

in between like the kitchen sink drained

the things of the otherwise bottom now seen 

dog walkers

and the joggers

whose faces I hardly see

passed by

with or without a brief greeting

their faces lost in the sunset glow

In the growing dark, only the bell 

tied to the dog’s neck jingled crisply

dodging past me

heavy breath

vigorous sniffing