A piece from Temples fae Creels (Kettionlia) slightly changed.
Oor hoose on Shore Road
Wis aye spuckled in spray
Fae waves that ripped san
Aff protective rock skerries.
Reek trails fae the Lothian side
Wid hing aboot Cockenzie
The power station
Opposite Fife’s gowden beach mantle;
Ony windae wis guid.
January wis special-waves
Slammin intae the herbour waas
Muckle white flares hingin
Afore rainin doun lik lava:
The Robin Kata
Often he spins up to be spider-bird
Watching vertically poised above his planet
A metre over me on the wall.
Be it Jitte or Jiin or washing perhaps Gis out for drying
The wee chest marks a wound of flight on fence or ground.
Like each performance of a Sochin or Empe
Different robins dance or move to a unique internal barometer.
Later reflect on the arrogance of the human
That it is nature that watches us, our dance our imperfections.