Lovely grey morning, like a matte silver. Doctor later, then a ferry crossing. Turned on the radio first thing to hear one journalist telling another journalist that, in his view, EU Brexit negotiators wouldn't have to accept the UK government's proposals on what should happen to goods in warehouses on the day after Brexit.
The world goes on, in stillness and silence. We had the Perseids flashing through the sky earlier this month, and there's a solar eclipse coming up shortly. I remember, on that day when the Perseids went through, standing at the end of Prince of Wales Pier, looking down at the water and watching a jellyfish swimming along just under the surface of the water. There were flashes of silver in the water as well, as the sun caught the backs of swimming fish.
Perseids above, fishes flashing through the water below.
From the bottom of a pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.
As Sylvia Plath said, in her poem Words.
The world goes on, in stillness and silence. We had the Perseids flashing through the sky earlier this month, and there's a solar eclipse coming up shortly. I remember, on that day when the Perseids went through, standing at the end of Prince of Wales Pier, looking down at the water and watching a jellyfish swimming along just under the surface of the water. There were flashes of silver in the water as well, as the sun caught the backs of swimming fish.
Perseids above, fishes flashing through the water below.
From the bottom of a pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.
As Sylvia Plath said, in her poem Words.