Erratic
Tim Cresswell
Sitting there for all the world
as if you owned the place.
An error. Bluestone among
chalk. Wanderer. Heretic.
Stowaway suspended as the world
warmed leaving you upended –
culture-shocked and supersized.
Look at your crystals up close
milky, opaque, glittering.
Brimming with another kind of
winter. Fire and freeze. Ten
thousand years of exile -
now part of the scenery.
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Tim Cresswell is a geographer-poet. His poems have appeared in magazines including Riddlefence (Newfoundland), Magma, The Rialto and Poetry Wales (UK). His debut collection, Soil, is published by Penned in the Margins (2013).