Blackbeck Tarn
you are above
so you descend to the water
on stiff legs
scrabbling down the scree
the tarn looks like mercury
spilled into the umbilicus
of the mountain
when approached
you see the mirroring clarity
where a captured sky
peers inward
from the sloping shale
you throw a pebble
into the water
the splash is small
but its echoing ghost
sinks much deeper
there is no comfort here
only the straining
guide ropes
of a tilting mind
a plunging edge
that tugs at your life
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