East
steamer smoke
is visible at sixty miles
and west
one hundred miles
away dreams
Skye
while here in winter
on Braeriach's height
blue hares move
distracted
in the freezing air
and through these passes
far beneath my feet
phantom
reivers still
drive their stolen kyloes
home and further
runs the Dee wandering
to the sea
where
in a distant town
mindful of me
wait other peaks, valleys,
secret places, mine
to explore