This immutable warmth
Today I returned to that spot on the Heath
as a wizened adept in vertiginous thought.
I gazed onto the water from the reliable bench
and observed and absorbed.
I beheld an effect where the redoubtable sun
splits the white mass, the bulbous tumescence,
and illumines the haze which hangs over the lake,
a flurry of particles half iridescent,
spectra of moisture or vertical shafts
carved out of the murk,
until the breeze melts away and the chill haze dispels.
This immutable warmth.
And these mercury flickers succoured my bones
which sprung into life and screamed out for heat.
But the good sun retreated and
away went the warmth.
My flesh cried out for more immutable warmth
but the sun was unmoved.
And this process repeated unfathomable times
until fed up and defeated, I just got up and left.