On Poetry and Culture Shock

See you next week

Tomorrow I'll be going to Glasgow for a few days. It's my third trip to Glasgow in three years; the last time was almost two years ago and I have never let so much time pass between a visit to Scotland and the following one. I can't wait. It's so strange to miss so much a place that never was home.

Three haiku by Alan Spence, from the book Clear Light.

The rain has stopped
but it's still falling
under the trees.

The sun plunges
into the ocean.
The ocean overflows.

The oystercatcher's cry -
cold loneliness, the far north.

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