Hiding in my den
oaks loom. Me, counting slowly
trying to stretch time.
Tucked away in the meadow at the garden..will people leave the path and reach this haiku? Will they look? Does it matter?
Next week going to the Folkestone Triennial - lots of site specific art around the town. Can't wait to ride in the water powered funicular up the cliff and listen to Martin Creed's contribution/walk on the Dover cliffs and eat fish and chips on the beach. Cut through reality? Holiday.