A Westray Prayer
.m. Mike and Barbara HeasmanLet us now give thanksfor these salt-blownwind-burned pastureswhere outgrass and timothyshrink from the harrow of the seawhere Scotland at long lastwearies of muttering its own namewhere we may beginto believe we have always knownwhat someone in his wisdommust have meantwhen he gave us everythingand told us nothing.
from Grain (Picador, 2009), ? John Glenday 2009, used by permission of the author and the publisher.