Alabaster causeways
Bronze Age pointed towers bending as they fold
Alone yet not alone
Braving currents
Serving serpents
Raised in their realm
Worked in their world
Diminishing return
Wearing raincoats
Casting shadows over stranger’s headstones
You take photos on the way
Tired chapels
Precious metals
Silent altars
Reliquary bones
Fingers and toes
Two way mirrors
TV dinners
Changing channels
Carried on the storm
True to form
