Not Blair Witch Project Not Deliverance Not Arthur Not Robin Hood
Not Last of the Mohicans Not Deer Hunter No-one comes down from the hills No-one surrounds
No arrow weaving through the trees No Native Americans No Klaus Kinski
No trail bikers No rednecks A flutter in bottom right Green in the woods
And off we go Off kilter Almost plane crash aftermath But slow Fish eye lens
Sun glare through the leaves Like coming up for air in a pond Silence always
Light over there On the other side Shadows on the floor Trunks bent over
In my path Roots Pools of light everywhere But young trees Summer for sure
It’s cool here Inside
It’s hot there Outside
There is caution Eye moves slowly over the ground Big eye
Earth ripples Bulges up to meet it Dried up brown leaves
Pink animal hand presses down Like a paw
No sound still Golden hair Naked skin
Legs and a hand again Catching light in a pink pool
Shadow legs Bare feet down there Shocking moss and twigs and leaf
Skin bunches and wrinkles First time Examination Deliberation
Somehow New creature New earth Naked curiosity
Light glare trapped shadow me But not me Feet retreat no sound still
I break up the pattern Blue-bottle forefinger
Lichen life Above the ground Four limbs lopsided
Cut to canopy and glare through Vein branches Eye moves on
Back and forth Rocking little pan and down to earth But leaves and trunks and roots
Shadow me and shadow trees Face in the moss and fade to black
Elemental Dialogues 