VIEWS

My wide eyed infancy
Was written under Norfolk skies.
It's said it's flat there.
It's hillier than you'd think.


I was curious, left and climbed
Hills, mountains, crags -
Anywhere made thrilling by the chance of falls,
And views I thought lofty, heights worth defence.


Older but no wiser
I occupied a lower ground again,
Flat land, big sky.
A different kind of openness?


By comparison, a lack of views.
A return to boyhood skies
And possibilities?
A return, perhaps, to perhaps.