Landscapes

At a high northern latitude
the tide’s flowing waters
stream past the grassy
verges on which I stand
bracing myself against the
gusty raucous gales blasting
these Orkney hummocks
huddling down close to
the sea avoiding the
eroding of air.
Hummocks sheltering near
each other channelling the
tide into narrow streams.

So strange to stand
taller then the surrounding
grassy landscape devoid of
trees which can only grow
in the shelter of human
habitations and structure.

So foreign to one who
was born to sandy beaches
under tall forests, steep
farmlands, tall mountains
of tussock, rocky scree all
rising as tectonic plates
grind against each other
far below a living landscape.

Previously posted December 2016

Landscapes