Divine whispers of life-promise

were once delivered via

bell tower's call - religiously

apparently - or not at all


This morning seagull's

soaring is transient white light

aloft - and liberating 

borderless and glorious it seems


Today the Voice is heard

soughing in trees and

rattling red roof tiles or

cast off feather's fall


And blown through rusty

fanlight direct to dreams - or

satellite dish reception

delivering beams


Where are the edges beneath

this blue dome and whence the

soul-knowing recognising

home away from home?


There's greater wider

gyre around the Tower

and the transient light

immutably knows - that all


is in all

Poreč, Croatia

July 2016