I will have left this place
I stepped outside onto the patio
of my flat, listening and watching
the River Wey and the night sky
both moving in a dance of harmony.
Reminded me strongly of all
that['s happened to me
over the last ten years.
Total stillness..quietness and
the gentle brush of moving water.
A gossamer thread brushed my head
and I turned and walked back in.
Hung the web across my window.
It trembled from my breath.
A very fine strand ... complex...
and before long, before anyone
will know,
I will have left this place.